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
Rayden's heart sank as he bore witness to the distressing interaction between Armando and Madam Floring. He had hoped against hope that his friend would somehow be spared from the clutches of this manipulative woman, but it seemed that Armando, too, had become ensnared in her web of deceit.Armando, his voice laced with desperation, approached Madam Floring with a trembling hope in his eyes. "Madam, I have fulfilled my end of the agreement. May I please receive my compensation as promised?"Madam Floring cast a dismissive glance at Armando, a sly smile creeping upon her face. "Ah, Armando, always so eager to claim your reward. Very well, here are your five thousand pesos."Armando's expression fell, disappointment etching lines upon his face. He hesitated for a moment, gathering his courage before making a humble plea. "Madam, if I may be so bold, our agreement was for ten thousand pesos. I require the full amount that was promised."Madam Floring's eyes narrowed, annoyance flickering
As the weight of Madam Floring's presence lifted momentarily with her departure, and the sound of the phone call echoed in the room, Rayden's mind raced with newfound hope.The unexpected turn of events sparked a surge of determination within him, pushing him to conceive a fresh plan to escape the clutches of the lady's vigilant bouncers.Rayden paced back and forth in the room, his mind churning with thoughts as he desperately searched for a viable escape plan.Despite his best efforts, he found himself at a loss, unable to devise a foolproof strategy. Frustration welled up within him, threatening to undermine his resolve.In that moment of exasperation, a flicker of doubt crossed Rayden's mind. Was he truly lost to the clutches of the deranged Madam Floring?The weight of her twisted desires and the suffocating atmosphere of her lair seemed to bear down on him, testing his spirit and resilience.However, deep down, Rayden knew that giving in to despair would only serve to strengthen
Rayden cautiously took a step back, his senses detecting the faint aroma of alcohol and vinegar that clung to Madam Floring.His remark, though unintentionally provocative, had ignited a spark of annoyance within her."You smell a bit like alcohol, Madam Floring," Rayden began, trying to choose his words carefully. "And forgive me, but there's also a hint of vinegar in the air. It's just an observation, please don't be angry."Madam Floring's irritation grew palpable as she opened the door and called upon one of her imposing bouncers.Swiftly and silently, the bouncer appeared, his presence adding an air of intimidation to the already tense atmosphere.As he sprinted through the dimly lit corridors, hoping to disappear into the shadows, Rayden suddenly found himself face to face with the bouncer who had been called upon by Madam Floring. The bouncer, still out of breath from the earlier rush, stared at him with a mix of surprise and determination.Caught off guard, Rayden quickly rega