The Million-Dollar Heart

In the dimly lit room perched atop an old, weathered building, the chief commander, a figure of authority and precision, watched intently through the scope of his high-powered sniper rifle. His target had just wandered into view, and a moment of hesitation flickered in his eyes.

What a predicament.

Knocking on the door of a seemingly abandoned house, Percival called out with a tone cold as the night, "Anybody home? We seem to have lost our way and could really use a glass of water."

As he spoke, his hand casually brushed against the pistol tucked in his belt. Vivienne, following closely behind, mirrored his actions.

Creeeak the door slowly opened, revealing a rugged man with sun-kissed skin and clothes that had seen better days. His face, though marked with traces of hardship, lit up with a warm, genuine smile at the sight of Vivienne and Percival.

Percival was taken aback, not expecting anyone to actually answer. Subtly, he returned his weapon to its holster.

beat. The moment he had spotted Vivienne, he had made a discreet

sigh, he lowered his rifle, murmuring to himself, "Let them have their water, then send them on their way." The rugged man, now aware of his orders

modest home. It was a simple place, lacking in luxury but not

handed them over. Percival took a sip, then asked, "Does every house around here have someone living in it? It's broad daylight, yet the streets are deserted." The

gather enough intel. Despite the lurking danger, it wasn't time to leave. Percival, playing his part, inquired about the easiest way

suggested a route, claiming it was the only one he knew due to his rare ventures out of the village. Grateful, Percival promised to return the favor once their quest was

apply them to their own barren lands back home. Despite the evident risk, they were granted a brief

an untrained eye. Led to the green fields, they were greeted by a sight of robust crops, a stark contrast to the barren lands they had passed. Yet, something felt off about the lush greenery. With a furrowed brow, Vivienne signaled to Percival, a silent communication perfected

their way back, the weight of their discovery heavy between them. The