His limbs were getting sore from the long chase, yet he couldn't give in to tend to his feet; this brittle pair was his only hope to escape the doom. The angry mob, dashing towards him, weren't showing signs of tiredness either. The bloodlust was quite evident in their eyes, gnashing ferociously like a starved predator that saw its prey. "Ole!! Ole!!!" they kept chanting amidst the pursuit.

He took a quick glance at the loot to confirm its safety; a small spark of hope ignited in his heart. "Alas! It's safe, and I'm a few meters ahead of them; Momma will be safe..." His thought was interrupted by a plank hitting his face. Thud! He fell to the ground, the angry mob catching up with him and unleashing hell.

"Ole ni mo mọ daada!" (He...