Chapter 75: Governor's Aid

Marco

Two weaknesses haunt me relentlessly. Sarah is one. I've forced myself to accept her death, burying the pain deep every night. But, now, hearing she’s alive, and seeing it for myself, there’s no going back, denial is no longer an option. Whatever these enigmatic people seek, I'll provide it.

I observe as the mysterious woman is ushered into a sleek car, the convoy fading into the night. Driven by the thirst for answers, I hurry out of the bar. A motorcycle sits idly at the corner, its keys still in place. I watch the owner for a while, but as more distance adds between me and these enigmas, I seize the opportunity, leaping onto the bike and tear off into the darkness.

"Hey! That's my bike!" the owner shouts, but his protests are drowned out by the roar of the engine. I race after the convoy without looking back, pushing through the crowded streets, determined to uncover the truth. If this woman needs my aid, then I must know who she is. If ever her words are true.

Sarah. My Sar