Ruth finally finished all the required reports regarding the Dungeon Break incident. Hunters had already dispersed, government officials were closing their files, and the chaos that once turned the highway into a battlefield was now nothing more than cracked pavement and the faint metallic scent of blood lingering in the air.
She headed toward her car—her black SUV, now slightly scratched from all the flying debris. The moment she opened the door, she saw Adam.
He was fast asleep. His body slumped weakly against the seat, covered in bruises, cuts, and scrapes as if he'd just been thrown out of a warzone. Dried monster blood clung to his skin and clothes, marking every harsh moment he had survived today.
Ruth stood there, silent, simply watching him.
