Blood continued to flow from Ethan's stomach, soaking his clothes with dark red liquid. Claire stared at the wound in horror, fear enveloping her.
"Ethan!" she called in a trembling voice, but Ethan only turned his head for a moment while holding back a groan.
"I said get out of here, Claire," Ethan hissed, his voice weak but full of determination. His bloodied hand pressed on the wound on his stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.
Claire bit her lip, trembling. On one side, the man who had stabbed Ethan was already lying on the ground after she hit him with a piece of wood. But that didn't mean the danger was over.
In front of them, three men dressed all in black hooded masks stood with weapons in their hands, their gazes full of menace.
'It's all that gang of bandits again! How did they find me?!' Claire thought, her jaw tightening.