Gasping for breath, I continued to run, feeling my strength waning with each step. As I looked ahead, I spotted a yacht approaching in the distance. My heart leaped with hope.

"Help! Help me!" I cried out, waving frantically as tears streamed down my face. With the yacht drawing nearer, I recognized familiar faces—Vera, Sir Anton, Hans, Rusty, and Grandpa Leoncio. Tears of relief flooded my eyes.

"Grandpa!" I called out, rushing toward them.

But before I could reach them, the tranquility was shattered by a barrage of gunfire from behind. "Ana, get down!" Vera yelled, returning fire. My heart skipped a beat.

"H-Hector..." I stammered as I watched him...