Victor Harris didn't always follow rules set up by his father as I thought he did. But my assumptions broke when I saw him running towards the wood. It was almost midnight when I saw his lean frame running into the darker part of the town, into the forest. He didn't see me; he seemed to look like in a hurry until I saw some more people running after him and my eyes widened and my head pounded in alarm when I saw weapons in their hands.
Were these people after him? Did they wish to harm Harris, I didn't knew. But my heart kept hammering inside my chest knowing that he was in danger. A saner part of my head told me return back home like I didn't see anything. It told me not to get involved in a mess that didn't belong to me but the deranged part of my mind pushed me to follow him, to save
