The chilling warning sent a shiver down my spine. Her words carried the weight of grim certainty, a reminder of how closely I was being watched. My desire to flee dissolved into cold dread as I realized the gravity of my situation. Running now would only worsen my predicament, leading to inevitable capture and punishment. I was ensnared in a web of intrigue and danger, my every move monitored by forces far beyond my control.
As I slumped back in the carriage, the only sound was the low hum of the wheels on the cobblestones. I had to find a way to navigate this perilous maze without drawing further attention. The city's shadows felt heavier than ever, and every corner seemed fraught with unseen dangers.
The carriage jolted to a halt, and I stepped out onto the damp cobblestone street. With one last glance at the recorder inside, I left it behind, hoping it wouldn't be tampered with. I adjusted my coat and made my way toward the Church of Evernight.
