Noah.
I held the reins of my horse tightly, my grip so firm that my knuckles turned pale beneath the strain, as I found myself completely surrounded by several men dressed in black clothing, each of them wearing a mask that concealed every trace of identity on their faces.
They stood in a tight formation around me, silent and threatening, their presence heavy and suffocating as if the very air had thickened around us. Each of them was armed with different weapons, blades and firearms glinting faintly under whatever dim light filtered into the sudden created battlefield. I could feel their intent even without hearing a single word—kill or be killed. That was the unspoken rule of the moment.
