The Return Of General Tyler

A story to tell

With lightning-quick reflexes, Sanya's hand darted into her bag and emerged with a compact canister of pepper spray, her fingers wrapping around it like a lifeline. She held it up, her eyes flashing a warning, her voice firm and commanding. "Look, you don't want to mess with me, so I suggest you leave me alone before I give you a taste of my pepper spray!"

The stranger's expression remained unperturbed, his eyes never leaving hers. He raised his hands, palms facing her, in a calming gesture. "I mean you no harm," he said, his deep voice soothing. "I'm here because someone very important has been searching for you."

Sanya's eyes narrowed, her grip on the pepper spray tightening. She took a cautious step back, her eyes locked on the stranger. "Who is it?" she demanded, her voice laced with skepticism.

The stranger's eyes crinkled at the corners, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Let's just say...a mutual acquaintance," he said, his tone cryptic.

Sanya's eyes never left his face, h