40-Trapped

The atmosphere was tense that morning, for some reason silence flooded the streets, naive we rested peacefully in Faviano's lair, without realizing that outside the streets were filled with soldiers, that in every corner a hunter was waiting for our departure and that behind it all, Osvalt the head of the entire state expected to catch us without much more detail at.

-Osvalt: 3:00 pm, at the latest I want them handcuffed before me at that time

This was in front of a large fountain in a square near the main entrance of the city. Next to him was Abelia wearing large sunglasses that hid the dark circles from the last night of action he had.