Ryan had no idea how long he had been running. The monkey's scarlet eyes wouldn't leave his mind.
He was terrified that the moment he stopped, he would hear that horrifying "Come here, come here" again.
Pat, pat, pat...
Rain fell over the Amazon Rainforest once more, the dense downpour like an enormous curtain hanging from the sky, shrouding the entire area.
Fat drops struck Ryan's face and body, soaking his already sweat-dampened clothes until they clung tightly to him.
The air grew increasingly thick and muggy, making it hard to breathe.
His surroundings were utterly unfamiliar. Ryan had no choice but to stop and look around in a panic.
He began to regret his recklessness a little.
Now he had nowhere to go. He didn't know whether that thing was still there, nor did he know where he had run to.
Just then, the image of that monkey began replaying in his mind over and over.
Its mouth opening and closing stiffly, its imitation of Homelander's voice-all of it was far too terrifying for a child.
"Dad... I want to go back..."
Whether it was rain or tears on Ryan's face was impossible to tell. The moment he spoke, the thunderous rain swallowed his voice.
All he could hear was the dull roar of rain, and visibility had dropped so low that he had nearly run into trees several times while fleeing.
With his senses restricted, Ryan actually calmed down a little.
"Even Grandpa can't beat me to death. Even if there are ghosts, I'm not scared." Ryan found the only reason he could use to comfort himself.
Suddenly, his eyes brightened slightly as he remembered something: he could fly.
Right.
Why do I keep running?
As the thought arose, his small body immediately floated into the air.
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