Without a moment to waste, Martin hastily tucked the throwing knife into his pocket and bolted forward with all his might.
After a few minutes of running, the silence behind him was deafening, and the sense of crisis that had gripped his heart began to ease. Martin leaned against the trunk of a large tree, panting heavily.
"Phew... that was a close call. I nearly ended up in that guy's clutches," he thought, still shaken by the recent events. Luckily, his remarkable sixth sense had saved him multiple times.
"Why are there so many crazies here? First a crazy woman, now a deranged man," Martin grumbled to himself.
After a brief rest, his strength somewhat restored, Martin knew he couldn't stay here any longer. If that deranged man caught up, escaping would be difficult.
He darted into t
