Echoes of Revolution
You clasp the young man’s forearm firmly and pull him out of the faint moonlight. With a quick glance toward the approaching soldiers, you warn in a hushed tone, “Not a word,” before melding into the obscurity of the alley.A pile of empty barrels catches your eye, and you shove them over with both hands, sending them clattering noisily into the alleyway. Taking advantage of the soldiers' and the young man’s brief confusion, you dart into the maze of streets, vanishing into the shadows.Moving with precision, you press the cold steel of your dagger against the young man’s neck, your grip firm. “You have mere seconds to explain yourself,” you warn in a quiet but dangerous tone, aware that the soldiers are almost upon you.