Martin couldn’t understand it—he hadn’t done anything to provoke that man, so why was he the one being hunted?
He felt a surge of frustration. Part of him wanted to stop, to face the perverted man head-on and demand an answer. Why him? Why the relentless chase?
But the moment he pictured that terrifying figure again, all thought of stopping vanished. That man wasn’t someone he could reason with. If he got caught, his life would end in an instant.
At least he’s not shooting arrows yet, Martin thought with relief.
But the thought had barely formed when reality slapped him in the face. The perverted man drew his bow—right after Martin tempted fate by thinking it.
A deadly chill crept up Martin’s spine.
Whizz!
A sharp hiss tore through the air. Martin instinctively tilted his head, and
