Sibling Rivalry.

The sound of gunshots reverberated through the air, ricocheting off the towering skyscrapers that surrounded Jonah and Oprah. They were crouched behind the wall of a building, Oprah clutching onto Jonah's arm with a desperate grip. Jonah could feel the fear radiating off her in waves, and he knew that he had to be strong for the both of them.

"Come on," he said, "we need to get out of here."

Oprah's eyes widened. "Where are we going? We can't just run out into the open!"

Jonah looked around, scanning the area for any sign of danger. "We'll have to take a detour. Follow me."

He led Oprah through the alleyway behind the building, his hand tight around hers. They weaved their way through the maze of garbage bins and discarded boxes, each step taken with caution. The sound of gunfire continued to echo in the distance, a constant reminder of the danger they were in.