The chill of the stone wall seeped into my skin as I slumped against it, overwhelmed by a sense of defeat and helplessness. Visions of my younger brother enduring torment at the hands of that mysterious man flooded my thoughts.
"No," I murmured, a quiet resolve hardening as my hands clenched into fists. "I must act. I must find that book. Giving up is not an option," I whispered to myself, acutely aware that time was slipping away.
That mysterious man could show up at any moment. What will I say to him? What should I do now? I had failed to complete my task. There was nothing I could do but beg him to spare my younger brother's life or ask for more time.
But will that cruel and cold-hearted man hear my pleas? Will he even listen to my pleadings? These questions plague my mind as I wonder what will happen next.
