"Drop your weapons." A voice sounded and footsteps filled the quiet cave. Ryder cocked his gun again, targeting Alexa but the several sounds of gunshots made him halt in his movement, his hands falling to his side as blood escaped from his lips.

He fell to one knee, and then hit his head hardly on the ground, splitting it open. His body was designed with various holes as blood rushed out of them.

With his eyes wide open, red and teary, Ryder took his last breath, staring at Alexa. He'd loved her to death. There was no other definition, yet, she refused to see him.

Her eyes were glued on...