“Ryder… Ryder, wake up…”
A faint voice called out my name in the darkness.
The voice was weak, and it sounded desperate.
I recognized it. It was Evelyn's voice.
My eyes snapped open.
I shot up suddenly. My head throbbed; a trickle of blood trailed down the side of my face.
Evelyn was awake, but she was still tied up.
Her eyes were widened in relief when she saw me. A smile crossed her bruised face.
"Ryder! You're awake!" she said.
I turned around, and my eyes locked onto the two men standing nearby.
One of them, Marcus, I recognized him immediately. He was the same thug who had tried to harass Evelyn before. The man standing beside him, however, was a stranger, he looked bigger and meaner, he gripped a metal stick in his hands.
So, he was the one who hit me.
I clenched my fist
