The rain hammered down, mingling with your tears as they streaked down your cold, pale face.

The forest around you now seemed like a blur of dark shadows and relentless downpour. Your wounds, crimson and raw, seeped steadily into the earth, turning the ground beneath you into a macabre pool of blood and mud. Each breath was a struggle, every inhalation sharp with the sting of your injuries and the biting chill of the rain.

You lay there, feeling the creeping numbness of approaching death. Betrayed by your father's most trusted man, you were left to die alone in the darkness.

With a final surge of strength, you reached for your phone, fingers shaking uncontrollably. The device felt heavy, almost foreign in your grasp. You needed to say goodbye to your father, to warn him about the traitor.

After what felt like an eternity, a voice answered, but it wasn't the familiar, reassuring sound of your father’s voice.

“What?” The voice was annoyed, carried a sharp edge—cold and detached. It was Caleb’s voice.

Your ex. The man you once loved... The son of the rival gang.