Yano and the three of them stood frozen in silence, the air thick with awkwardness.
In the distance, the alarm from the Black Teeth Mercenary Corps camp blared ever more sharply. A cacophony of footsteps and shouts drew rapidly closer.
"What are you gaping at? Run!" the lead Assassin, the most agile of the group, snarled. The trio instantly bolted, fleeing for their lives deeper into the Dark Land.
Yano hurried after them.
"Stop!"
"The intel was wrong! There aren't three of them, there are four! Don't let them escape!" an enraged Mercenary roared from behind them.
Yano's heart sank. 'How did I end up their accomplice?'
'He'd considered raiding the warehouse himself, sure, but he hadn't even had a chance to make a move yet.'
'Boss, this doesn't look good!' Yano wailed internally as he sprinted.
'Just run with them. You're all Stone Race, so you'll blend right in. It's not weird at all.'
