Chapter 64 Retrieve Her

• The streets were long and winding and not to mention dangerously quiet. It wasn’t a good idea for me to keep walking in the same direction with no turns. So, I diverted to the next street and kept walking in the same direction towards the outskirts.
• Yellow Snow Road stretched out before me, its name a stark contrast to the bleakness of my situation. As I walked, I caught sight of a bicycle leaning against a lamppost, abandoned like a forgotten memory. I could almost hear the echo of my moral compass wavering, the ethereal tug between right and necessity.
• The chipped paint on the bicycle's frame seemed to mirror the cracks forming in my resolve. A battle raged within – the pull of survival clashed with the guilt of opportunism. Times of trouble had a way of exposing the fragile threads that held our ethics intact. My hands trembled as I reached out, fingers brushing against the cold metal. Every creak of the chain seemed to underscore the weight of my decision. Yet, the thought of wasting time moved me towards swift action.