A race against fear
The air was thick with urgency as Martin, Vivian, and I joined the ranks of the police, morphing from victims to pursuers. The night was no longer just a shroud for fear but became the backdrop of a critical hunt. We scoured the area, piecing together the trail with rapid commands and hurried movements. Every tick of the clock was a reminder of the stakes at hand, our collective pulse beating in time with the race against fear.