RALPH

Keilah's sudden movement caught me off guard, my heart pounding with confusion. I instinctively moved to intercept her, my every fibre urging me to shield her, but she held up a hand, halting me in my tracks. Surprisingly, I did so.

"Ralph," she said, her voice surprisingly calm amidst the chaos surrounding us. "I need to talk to him."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, a sense of foreboding settling over me like a heavy blanket. But before I could voice my protest, she stepped forward, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on Damien.

"Damien," she began, her voice resonating with a quiet authority that demanded attention. "I understand...