In the Cave
The sky began to blacken, swallowed up by a roll of dense clouds. At the mouth of the old cave surrounded by steep rocks and wild shrubs, the dripping water from the stalactites sounded like death knells echoing in the depths.
Victor stood proudly, his silhouette like a shadow of death that knew no mercy. In his hand, a small, rusty but still sharp knife.
While Sam staggered, blood dripped from his lacerated temples and shoulders. His breathing was ragged, but his eyes burned with an unquenchable vengeance and courage.
Victor stepped forward slowly, his voice low but echoing off the stone walls of the cave.
"I told you, you're not getting out of this place alive."
Sam grinned wryly, wiping the blood from his face. "And I'm tired of hearing people like you talk a big game
