scared. that’s what you felt. you just wanted to take a stroll in the tree of souls, when suddenly- a huge hand clasps over your mouth and the other presses a gun against your temple. “stay quiet for me, love.” it was neteyam sully, the boy you were close with during childhood. a few years ago, he was kidnapped by the RDA, and never heard since. but here he was, a recom pointing a loaded weapon to the girl he had loved.