EMILY’S POV
I snatched the apple from Larkin's hand and turned away from him. Each step was brisk as I navigated through the narrow alleyway, heading deeper into the heart of Old Wood Hill. Despite knowing that he could catch up with me in a snap, I continued walking as I wanted to convey my disinterest in talking to him.
The atmosphere in the alleyway was eerie, as if it were a place meant to be avoided at all costs. Five men with tattooed bodies blocked the path. The place was loomed over by a distinct smell of cigarettes. There were shattered bottles of beer littered around. I knew almost everyone here in Old Wood Hill, but these men were strangers to me. I had never seen them before.
Seeing them grinning with malicious intent, I knew they were up to no good. They ogled my body and
