From my vantage point, I’ve seen it all.

Gale wasn’t the first to storm into a place like this, leaving carnage in his wake. But there was something different about him. Something that made the entire room feel like it was holding its breath.

He stepped in like he owned the place, and honestly, who could blame him? I was just there for the show, as usual. And trust me, Gale knew how to put on a good one.

The ambushers didn’t even see him coming. The first guy—big guy, too much muscle, no brains—turned just as Gale’s fist hit him in the ribs. I didn’t even need to hear the crack to know that guy wasn’t getting back up. He crumpled like a poorly constructed chair, and the rest of them? They looked at Gale like he was a walking storm cloud, but still thought they could fight him.

That was cute.

Gale wasn’t a guy who rushed. Nah, he didn’t need to. The next man swung at him, all big and tough, and I swear, I could practically hear Gale sigh before he dodged and let the guy’s own momentum send him tumbling over a chair. He made it look easy. Too easy.

Honestly, I had to admire it. Gale wasn’t some mindless berserker. He was calm, methodical. He took his time. Each swing of his sword was precise, and each grunt from the ambushers was music to my ears.

The last two didn’t stand a chance, but hey, they gave it a go. You gotta respect that, even if it was like watching a kitten trying to take down a lion. It didn’t end well.

When the dust settled—well, the blood settled, really—Gale was standing alone in the middle of the room, looking down at the mess he’d made. And what did he do next? He didn’t panic. He didn’t look worried. He didn’t even break a sweat. He just wiped his blade clean and turned to the door like this was all part of his morning routine. No big deal.

Of course, that’s when the guards burst in, all puffed up and ready to be the heroes of the day.

"Hold it right there!" One of them yelled. His voice cracked a little. Adorable. But Gale didn’t even flinch. He just glanced at them like they were an inconvenience.

“You really want to try and stop me?” Gale asked, his tone almost bored. He was too calm. They didn’t stand a chance. “Go ahead.”

I could see the doubt in the guards’ eyes, but they still moved in to grab him. Two of them yanked him back by the arms, and the third tried to sound authoritative. “You think you can just walk away after what you’ve done?”

Gale gave him a long look. The kind that made even me—Death, mind you—take a step back. "You think I’m done?" he asked. "Nah. I’m just getting started.”

I swear, that silence was golden. The guards didn’t know how to react. It was like they were suddenly afraid they’d gotten the wrong guy, but the words were out there now. And they couldn’t take them back.

Then, just to add a little more oomph to the moment, Gale whistled. Soft at first, the kind of tune that would make you think the wind was playing tricks on you. But that tune? It was the kind of sound that sticks with you. Eerie. A little too familiar. It’s the sort of thing that makes you wonder if you’ve heard it in your nightmares, or if you’re about to.

Gale didn’t wait for anyone to say anything else. He just turned and started walking away, whistling that haunting tune like he had all the time in the world. Like the guards? They weren’t even there.

They were frozen, still trying to figure out if they should arrest him or run for their lives.

Honestly, I wouldn’t have blamed them if they ran.

But Gale? He was already out of sight, leaving behind a trail of blood and confusion. I had a feeling the guards were going to remember that whistle for a long time.

And as for me? I watched it all, like I always do. Nothing new here. Gale was a force of nature, and nature doesn’t give a damn about what anyone thinks.

I wonder how long it’ll take before he catches up with the people he’s hunting. But hey, it’s not like I have to rush. I’ll be here when the time comes. I always am.

Kayla darted around a corner as he left before chasing after him. She wasn't silent, she didn't need to be. She wasn't hiding, but trying to figure out what he was after

Kayla stopped, watching from the edge of the forest and laughing silently to herself as she watched him toy with the guards' patience

Kayla watched him get caught, wondering how he'd get out of this one. She let down her brunette hair, slightly letting it shadow her face a bit more than usual as she followed silently

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Gale was shoved into the small, dimly lit cell, the heavy door slamming shut behind him. The click of the lock echoed through the stone walls as the guards walked away, their footsteps fading down the hallway. Gale leaned back against the cold stone, eyes half-lidded, with a small, amused grin tugging at his lips. He wasn’t worried. Not even a little.

He glanced around the cramped cell, settling on the only thing in the room to pass the time—the dull torchlight flickering at the far end. He began to hum lightly under his breath, letting the tune fill the silence. But then he decided to take it a step further.

The whistle started soft, almost a murmur at first, the melody playful, teasing. The kind of tune that could drive someone mad if it went on long enough.

One of the guards stationed just outside the cell’s bars glared in his direction, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. "Cut that out," he barked. But Gale just smirked, unfazed.

Instead, he let the tune grow louder, more distinct. The second guard, a little younger and definitely less patient, shot him a frustrated look. "You think you’re funny?" he asked, voice tinged with annoyance.

Gale only shrugged, still whistling, leaning back against the stone wall like he had all the time in the world.

The guards exchanged looks, the tension building as the minutes passed. They were getting more and more agitated. It was exactly what Gale wanted. He could hear their breathing getting heavier, their irritation rising.

Finally, the older guard had enough. He slammed his fist against the bars. "I said shut up!"

Gale just smiled, his whistling turning into a little chuckle. "Oh, I’m sorry. Is my little tune bothering you?"

That was all it took. The older guard rushed forward, and the younger one moved in behind him, both of them grabbing for Gale. But by the time they reached the bars, Gale was already sliding through a gap, effortlessly slipping out of the cell.

Before they knew what had happened, Gale was on the move, weaving his way through the dungeon's narrow halls. The guards' shouts followed him, but he didn’t break his stride. It was all part of the plan.

He quickly found the armory, the door slightly ajar. The temptation was too much to resist. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on a beautifully crafted bow and a quiver full of fresh arrows.

With a smile, he grabbed them both. He’d always had a knack for upgrading his gear on the fly.

The sound of the guards’ footsteps were growing louder, but Gale didn’t even flinch. He slipped out of the armory, blending into the shadows, whistling quietly to himself as he disappeared into the night.

“Thanks for the new toys,” he muttered under his breath as he walked off, the sound of the bowstring faintly humming in the distance.

Kayla watched as he was dragged off, darting back into the forest

Kayla heard the sharp whistle, and the one that followed moments after. She assumed the second was for her, and following the sound she found Gale.