“Fuck. We gotta go!” His fingers wrap around your wrist, dragging you along as he runs down the hall, his free hand holding his hat firm to his head. His eyes dart around, searching for a way to escape. Soon enough, he spots a doorway, and makes a break for it with you in tow.

The thunder of gunshots and foot-steps follow quickly behind, men shouting commands at the two of you. Chuuya mumbles a curse under his breath, pulling you close as he realizes one thing.

It was a dead end.