Ryan Wells woke again to find himself on an empty mountain at night, tied to a tree, the surroundings desolate and quiet.
He desperately yelled for help, but the only response was the howling mountain wind.
Animals made low noises around him.
The distant trees turned into clumps of darkness against the night, resembling wild beasts lurking among the mountains.
The atmosphere was eerily frightening.
"Help, help—" Ryan Wells shouted,"Is there anyone out there?"
No one answered.
He tried to struggle, but his hands were tied behind his back around the tree, and one of his hands was broken. Any movement that rubbed against the wound caused a bone-piercing pain that made him break out in cold sweats.
He shouted until his voice was hoarse.
Yet no one responded to him, and Ryan Wells became furious, "William Hale, are you even human?"
"Come out! If you've got the guts to tie me up here, then show yourself!"
"Bastard, son of a bitch..."
