Bianca
Niko executed his plan very promptly leading me and grabbing the girl as we compiled out of the small door that led us back here in the first place.
But things don't continue as expectedly when I start to veer off from Niko with the encouragement of a hand that surely isn't his.
"Let go of me," I hiss in pain as I'm dragged by the wrist through the crowd of people. The hand holding my wrist is cold, and unlike Niko's warm and inviting touch, I recoil very quickly from the individual leading me away.
I try to turn away using my weight as a tool to pivot in the direction I want to head in, my aim is to head back to the group of people that are now lingering outside the door. Back to Niko, back to safety but my feet lose purchase on the floor, my body being lifted quite easily as
