James had been nervous many times in his life, but none more than this specific instance. Standing beside a friend, turned enemy, turned friend again, James has to try and imagine where he could find Poppy. He held out hope at the fact that he had not come upon her body, and had instead come upon a scene if blood splatter. He prayed that she was well enough to survive, at least, long enough so he could help her or get her help.
"So you know where they could have taken her?" James was asked as Simon looked to his friend with condolence.
"They own almost every single soul in this city...But perhaps it is time I stopped running..." James realized as he was looked at by Simon in shock.
"What do you mean?"
"If I run, if I try and leave...I'll never see her again. And I have already lost
