Michael found himself on the outskirts, his heart pounding with every step he took. The events of the previous day clung to him like a shroud, and he struggled to shake off the overwhelming sense of dread. Though he had managed to slip away in the dead of night, the reality of his situation weighed heavily upon him.
With no money and nowhere to go, Michael knew he had to act quickly. He pulled out his phone and dialed his father's number, hoping to secure the funds he needed to flee further. The call connected, and his father's familiar voice filled the line.
"Michael? What's going on?" his father asked, surprise evident in his tone.
"Hey, Dad. I need you to send me some money—500,000 naira," Michael said, trying to keep his voice steady. "It's for school fees and textbooks. It's urgent
