Third Person

　　The night air was tense as Chassy received the urgent call from Nixon,the tracker in her pack.It was a call that disrupted the tranquility of the evening,shattering the peace that had settled over the town.Nixon's voice carried a sense of urgency and fear,starkly contrasting his usual composed demeanor.

　　Chassy clutched her phone tightly,her heart racing as she listened to Nixon's account of the encounter.The trackers,led by Nixon and assisted by ...