Richard
Finally, James reappeared at the door, signalling us to move in. My heart pounded as we approached, my gun clutched tightly in my hand. Despite the weapon's reassuring weight, I felt a sense of unease. So far, everything had gone smoothly—too smoothly.
I entered and found Leon lying face down, his hands cuffed behind his back. Seeing him in such a state stirred a mix of anger and relief. I was angry about what he did, relieved that he did not succeed. I wanted to kick him for his wickedness, but I couldn't trouble myself with that now. We had more important matters to attend to.
James was untying Raven, who looked battered and exhausted. The sight of her broke my heart. She had dried blood at the corner of her lips, and a red palm print on her cheek told me someone had slapped
