[img]https://i.imgur.com/tCRVKgc.png[/img] The room had a muster smell to it. Like someone giving a slaughterhouse a new kind of paint to cover the killings. Morning was rising, starting a new day in captivity for Jessie Goldman. She raised her left arm. Yes, the knots were definitely about to loosen. Sitting in a corner in her gym clothing: Mid Crossback, worn yoga pants, she fought against the ropes around he wrists and ankles and bit down on the cloth gagging her. It had been days like this. Being fed by men whose eyes lingered a bit too long on her torso and pelvis. Being carried from place to place like some plaything. But that was the fate of the woman that ManHunter had not yet chosen to eat. In one final, big effort Jess freed herself from the bonds that gnawed into her arms. Freedom was followed by immense soreness. [i]1 hour later...[/i] [color=a2d39c]“She must have reclaimed her sword when she killed David,”[/color] the man told his leader, ManHunter, and looked through the windows Jess had escaped through. [color=82ca9d]“Taken his jacket and taken back her old shoes along with a few supplies. Nothing major and no guns. Should we go after her?”[/color] The giant figure looked down on his follower and then back at the window. He rubbed his own bare, tattooed head and said only one thing: [b]“Magnificent bravery.”[/b] ManHunter then gave the order and the party went out into the streets, guns raised.