The courtyard was a chaos of footsteps and gasps as Bjorn’s men and the Holland bodyguards rushed to the scene. The men, who only moments ago had been locked in tense anticipation of an attack, now stood frozen in shock, their eyes fixed on Bjorn’s crumpled form lying on the ground. The atmosphere, thick with aggression moments earlier, shifted into panic and disbelief.
Andrine knelt beside her brother, her hands hovering helplessly over him as tears streamed down her face. Her voice, filled with urgency and fear, pierced the silence. “Take him to Holland Hospital now!” she screamed, her words snapping everyone into action. “We don’t have time!”
The bodyguards sprang into motion, their faces tense as they moved quickly. One of Bjorn’s men, Rico, shoved his g*n into his holster and hurrie
