Cassandra POV
My eyes are fixed on the arrow by my feet. I don’t dare move any more inches. My legs have been shaking so wild that I feel like I could fall anytime. I had forgotten how to breathe. Everything is going dark in front of my eyes.
It’s not the sound of the sudden footsteps that takes me out of wherever I was going, but the strong pungent smell. My nose shrink on its own and my eyes raise up.
A man in his mid-forties is moving towards us carefully, while I could still feel a bunch of arrows pointed at us, maybe at me.
As I gulp down, I notice, the color of his eyes, which is almost red. His clothes look like they haven’t been washed in a month or so. His hair seems to be in a much worse condition as they have sticks and straws in them. He is alert to every slight movement
