Five people dressed in all black hurried towards Tobias's car, surrounding it from the front and back. Their faces were filled with anger, their tense expressions mirroring the aggression in their quick steps. It was clear that they were furious about the recent accident.
Talon leaned in closer to Tobias, his voice laced with worry. "I have a feeling we've angered the wrong group of people this time."
Tobias let out a heavy sigh, his eyes darting between the approaching figures and Talon. He knew they were in trouble, but he wasn't going to show any signs of fear. Quickly, he shut the car door and sat in silence, his body tense with anticipation. "I know, Talon," he replied, his voice filled with determination. "But we can handle this."
