88 Run!

Sibyl’s POV

"Manolo, run!" I shouted back at Manolo and ran as fast as I could.

My body has not yet adjusted from the rest of the night, the tension and running at this moment makes my heart feel that pressure.

Manolo saw the creepy old lady, too. He grabbed my arm and blocked in front of me.

"Don't be afraid. She's just an old man." He comforted me.

"Dalena! Dalena's still in the bedroom," I shouted.

Just as I was panicking, a high-pitched female voice came from the bedroom. "Are you looking for her?"

I turned, and the hunter and his wife were standing at the door. They are disheveled and carry the smell and mark of s.ex. The hunter was not as honest as he looked in the day. His face was dark, his eyes malicious, and he held a bloody stick in his hand. His wife, half-naked, looked like a scheming prostitute.

The hunter grabbed Dalena by the collar.

Dalena was sleeping with her head down, dangling in his hand like a corpse.

"You! Who are you? What do you want?" My hands trembled, but