KIMBERLY'S POINT OF VIEW

A deep groan escaped my lips as Giovan unceremoniously hurled me to the unforgiving ground, the rough edges of the terrain jarring my senses. It was apparent that he had successfully navigated the shadowy underground passage, emerging into a path overgrown with dense foliage. The sharp twigs dug into my skin, but I barely registered the pain; my mind was racing with fear and uncertainty.

"He'll be here any moment now," Giovan sneered, a sense of cruel anticipation lighting up his features as he cocked his gun, the cold metal barrel ominously aimed at my head.

My heart raced as I recalled his earlier threats—he had...