Riley

The morning air was calm as Fantine and I walked up the stone steps that led to the high ridge above the valley, and I kept my arm around her waist to help her balance while the wooden houses of our village sat quiet under the early sunlight below us. This was the exact spot where we had stood months ago when we were running from syndicate hitmen, but today there were no weapons in our hands and no guard patrols chasing us through the trees.

"Are you feeling okay after that long climb up these stairs, Fantine, or do you want to sit down on this bench for...