Nysa crouched in a dark corner. Her leg hurt after being shot in the thigh. She looked at the room for something that could serve as a weapon. Her eyes fell on an axe. Even if it was broken, it could still serve as a weapon. She heard the footsteps of her pursuers coming closer and closer. She was determined to kill each of them. Not just them, but every person and every member of their tribe. She sat down with her leg bleeding and the axe in a corner, waiting for someone to come in.