(Mature content – in some form)
Muffle rain splashes onto us as he opens the minor yellow gate, I follow behind him; he twists the icy metal and peeks inside, soon after he goes in and I follow.
I close the door behind us and scan the messy house with a few steps forward. I peer back at him, “What are you doing?” He shifts his weight against the shredded couch, “Moving it, help me, please?”
I throw my crossbow over my shoulder in a sigh and make my way over to him. “You’re alerting them; do we need to do this now? We can find an alternative…”
“Issabella, just help me, will you? I’m not in the mood for lecturing, please,” I nod in defeat…
“This house looks familiar, I swear I have been… wait… Riles,” I gawk at his gasping, he shifts his weight on the dirty bed, “Riles? As in red-
