Five months ago, you were hired to hunt the elven outlaw, Arctil. Every time you got close, he seemed to vanish. To make things worse, other bounty hunters started to hunt for him too.

But you caught him. You handcuffed him to yourself, not that the cocky bastard seemed to mind. Until you were being chased after by other bounty hunters.

“Is now a bad time to tell you I’m claustrophobic?” Arctil smirked as you pressed your bodies into a thin crevice between rocks.