Yohan stumbled through the dense forest, the world around him swaying with each step. The pain from his wounds was excruciating, but he gritted his teeth and pressed on. The cold night air bit at his exposed injuries, each breath feeling like fire in his lungs.
In the distance, he could hear the faint sounds of Maria's group as they arrived at the site of his brutal confrontation. Their voices were muffled, but the urgency was unmistakable.
"Spread out! Find him!" Maria's sharp tone carried through the night.
Yohan forced himself to move faster, knowing that staying in one place was a death sentence.
The atmosphere around the villa was tense as Maria, Sasha, Kyle, and the masked men stood near the mangled remains of their comrade. Blood painted the ground, a chilling testament to the brutal fight that had taken place just moments before.
