ᵀᵒᵇʸˢ ᴵⁿˢᵗᵃ

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ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ

The harsh wind blew against the trees and the two figures that lazily trudged further into the forest. A metallic stench covered them; both of them were drenched in victim's blood; the crimson liquid staining their clothes and weapons. They were both out of breath; ready to collapse.

By the skin of their teeth, they'd escaped the police.

A small, faint smile ghosted it's way onto Toby's chapped lips as his brown orbs glanced to the person walking beside him; relieved that neither of them were behind bars. Slowly, his hand reached over to their's, gently intertwining their fingers with his own.