The air was thick with tension, punctuated by the muffled sounds of chaos echoing through the alleyway. Daniel Park lay crumpled on the ground, unconscious and vulnerable, a stark reminder of the violence that had shattered their lives. Johan Seong and Goo Kim, hovered over him, faces etched with worry, their hearts racing with a mix of fear and guilt.
Johan, still panting from the fight, felt the weight of Daniel's stillness press down on him like a suffocating blanket. The images of the confrontation replayed in his mind—the betrayal, the desperation, the moment everything had spiraled out of control. Daniel's unconscious form represented not just his physical state but the trauma that now intertwined their fates, leaving scars deeper than any wound.
"Get him up!" Goo Kim shouted, urgency lacing his voice as he glanced over his shoulder, scanning for more threats. Each second felt like an eternity, the sense of impending doom thickening the air around them. The reality of their situation began to sink in; they weren't just fighting for Daniel—they were battling against their own fear and helplessness.
As Johan carefully hoisted Daniel onto his shoulder, the weight of his friend's body felt like an anchor pulling him down into the abyss of despair. "Come on, Daniel! You have to wake up! How am I gonna explained to the Allied, especially Zack!" he urged, desperation creeping into his voice, but the only answer was silence.
The alleyway was alive with danger, but all Johan could focus on was the emptiness in Daniel's expression, a haunting reminder of the fragility of life and the trauma that had gripped them all.