Rayden, driven by an unwavering sense of justice, swiftly moved to block Ramón's attempt to slap Carina. His agile reflexes and determination to protect the innocent were evident as he intercepted Ramón's hand mid-air, preventing it from making contact with Carina's face.A flicker of annoyance flashed across Ramón's features, as this was not the first time Rayden had dared to interfere with his actions."Enough of your meddling, Bastard!" Ramón growled, his voice dripping with irritation. "You'll regret getting in my way once again."Rayden, undeterred by Ramón's warning, stood tall and resolute, ready to face the consequences of his actions. But before he could prepare for Ramón's retaliation, Ramón's frustration got the better of him.In a sudden surge of anger, he unleashed a powerful punch, connecting with Rayden's cheek. The force of the blow caused Rayden to stagger backward, disoriented for a moment.As Ramón's colleagues regained their footing, their faces etched with fear an
Rayden and Elara arrived at Carina's house as the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the quiet neighborhood. They approached the front door, finding it slightly ajar, indicating that they were expected. They stepped inside cautiously, unsure of what to expect.Carina greeted Rayden and Elara with a warm smile, dressed in a simple cotton dress. "Rayden, Elara, thank you for coming," she said softly, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I'm sorry if it's not much of a celebration."Elara reached out to give Carina a gentle hug, understanding the weight of the situation. "Carina, it's not about the grandness of the celebration. We're here to support you and your family."Rayden nodded, his eyes filled with empathy. "Absolutely. We're here for you, Carina. No matter the circumstances, we're here to offer our support and friendship."Carina's family, dressed in simple attire, were gathered in the living room, their expressions filled with a mix of solemnity and gratitu
As Ramón stepped into the house, his eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he spotted Rayden standing there, alongside the old man he had callously pushed into the fish tank.Baldo could sense the tension thickening in the air, his anxiety exacerbating as he braced himself for the confrontation that was about to unfold."Why is that jerk here?" Ramón blurted out, his voice a mixture of surprise and concern.Carina, standing beside Baldo, held her ground with unwavering determination. "I invited him, Ramón. And I don't care if I invite those who have been wronged by you."Ramón felt a twinge of discomfort as he mustered the courage to approach Rayden, gracefully walking towards him. Looking up at Rayden, who stood slightly shorter in stature, Ramón couldn't help but cringe inwardly.He knew that he had tormented Rayden in the past, and now, facing him in Carina's house, his guilt and shame only intensified."You have no right to step foot in Carina's house," Ramón muttered, his voice
The early morning sun cast a soft glow over the village as Rayden found himself standing outside Elara's humble abode. Clutching the letter of gratitude in his hands, he felt a bittersweet mixture of emotions.His decision to leave and venture into the silence of the Mabini village weighed heavily upon him, knowing that he had to embark on this journey alone.By six o'clock in the morning, Elara woke up to find the living room empty. A sense of emptiness filled the air as she noticed a folded piece of paper left on the table. Curiosity mingled with a tinge of sadness as she reached for it, unfolding the delicate parchment to reveal Rayden's words.As Elara's eyes scanned the contents of the letter, her heart felt a mix of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she had encouraged Rayden to embark on his journey, to confront the injustices that plagued their village.She knew deep down that it was the right path for him, that he had to follow his sense of justice. But in that moment, she co
Rayden, burdened by the weight of his departure and the uncertainty of his journey, found solace in the simple act of walking along the road. With no horse to ride, he relied on his own two feet to carry him forward, step by step.As he made his way, he would occasionally pause, seeking respite from the weariness that settled in his bones.However, the passing cars and vehicles showed no signs of stopping, their drivers aware that Rayden lacked the means to pay for transportation. It was a common occurrence for those who lacked the necessary funds, as the world seemed to move swiftly, prioritizing those who could afford the convenience of a ride.As Rayden stood by the roadside, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of frustration and disappointment. He understood the practicality behind their hesitation and the fear that he might be mistaken for a potential threat.The world was a place filled with caution, guarded by the fear of the unknown.As the heat of the day wore on, Rayden's tire
Rayden continued walking at that time. He now has a little more strength because he has drunk water and he is wet. What happened to him at the stream has not yet escaped his mind.As he walked for three hours, he reached a village where someone was devouring the dead. He saw that people were giving bread and coffee there so he went to give them too."That's right. I'm just going to cover my face..." He approached the place.Some people noticed him there and thought he was from another village."Ale, can I ask for bread and coffee because I'm tired and hungry." Suddenly, Rayden tripped due to the excessive shaking of his knee.Everyone was shocked by the incident and they quickly picked him up. They put it on the table with no one playing cards."Psst! Go there!" Dismissing the one who lifted Rayden from those sitting at the table.They landed it gently. They asked who the man was and where he was from. But no one knows."Pal, is that person running away? He seems to be lost, Ah?" aske
As Rayden lay unconscious, sprawled on the ground, a pick-up driver happened upon the scene. Concern etched across his face, he hurriedly approached, his footsteps crunching on the gravel.The driver's initial assumption was that he had stumbled upon a lifeless body, but as he drew closer, his astonishment grew.Gently nudging Rayden with caution, the driver's eyes widened in surprise when he discovered that the young man was still breathing.Relief washed over him, and he muttered to himself, "Thank the heavens, he's alive!"Realizing that Rayden had merely lost consciousness, the driver's assumption of him being drunk became apparent. A mix of curiosity and concern filled his mind as he contemplated what to do next. With a decisive nod, he made up his mind and resolved to help the young man.With practiced ease, the driver carefully lifted Rayden's limp form and carried him to the back of his pick-up truck. He laid him gently on the bed, ensuring that he was comfortable.To protect
After a satisfying meal, Rayden and Armando found themselves wandering through the vibrant streets of the bustling city. The warm evening air carried the enticing sounds of laughter and music, guiding them towards a popular bar nestled in the heart of the area.As they stepped inside, the lively atmosphere enveloped them. The air buzzed with conversation and the rhythmic beats of a catchy melody. Rayden's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him.The bar was adorned with colorful lights, and the stage was set for a lively performance.Women in vibrant bikinis danced on the stage, their graceful movements captivating the attention of the crowd. The sound of laughter and applause echoed through the space as some of the dancers playfully dipped into the pool, adding an element of excitement to the performance.Rayden couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and curiosity. This was a world he had seldom experienced, a stark contrast to the hardships and trials he had endured in his past