Two men closed the back double-doors onto the unconscious body of a girl. Raziel’s feet moved on their own as he sprinted towards the van but before he reached it, it had taken off. He kept running and running to keep up with it, but it didn’t take long for it to drive into the distance and leave him behind. He kept running regardless, his lungs out of breath and knees shaking. He followed the path of the truck to a railway, running along the tracks as fast as he could, in vain. Before he knew it, the highway had split and the truck was nowhere in sight.
