Nico crouched low behind the towering stalks of corn, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the mysterious figure ahead. The cloak billowed around the figure's form, obscuring their features in shadow as they moved with purpose through the moonlit field.
With silent determination, Nico motioned for Anna and Darius to follow his lead, their movements careful and deliberate as they trailed after the cloaked figure. Each step was fraught with tension, the weight of their mission pressing down on them like a leaden cloak.
Suddenly, the figure halted, their movements fluid yet unnerving as they turned to gaze back at their pursuers. Nico felt a chill run down his spine as their eyes locked with his, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of their lips.
Without hesitation, Nico swiftly dodged to the right, his senses on high alert as he braced himself for an attack. But before he could react, a sharp object sliced through the air, aimed directly at his neck.
