║(sʜᴀᴅᴇs ᴏғ ʙʟᴜᴇ) ¦ ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ sᴛᴀʜʟ║
Last thing he remembers was the bitter taste of bIood on his lips. The endgame was upon him. Robert Stahl lost everything. His son, his job, his sanity. He was beyond the point of salvation. So he played one final card. He engaged her. ʜᴀʀʟᴇᴇ sᴀɴᴛᴏs. The woman that changed his world. He thought it'd be for the better. He studied her. Made her their asset. Was hoping slowly, she falls for him. But she never did. No, no, instead she drove him crazy and slowly let his world coIlapse. On the ashes of the old Agent Stahl now stood a staIker, nothing but a man with mere obsessions. So he did it. There was nothing left to lose. He was going down and he was taken her with him. But things didn't happen that way.
He woke up in a cold river. At first he thought it's a pool of his own bIood but, no, it wasn't. The wounds her buIIets infIicted were still there but, they looked far less Iethal than they originally were. He blinked a few times. The agent really thought Santos finished it. But she didn't. Or did she? Whatever she did, she wasn't there anymore. HeII, where was he?
Unaware of his surroundings, with wounds still dripping red on his shirt and the ground he crossed, Robert found himself in a cave. He couldn't see really well. At first he thought he was haIlucinating. The more he blinked the more real the image of the dragon became. Must be the bIood Ioss, he told himself. But then he heard that wonderful voice. He heard that call for help. He needed help to. But as an agent, his goal was to protect others. And right now, she needed him. He stumbled closer to her, blue eyes growing wide, pale hand moving to touch her, always in high alert about the creature he thought only existed in fiction, that seemed like a careless protector of the woman. “Don't worry... I'll find some help..” where, he did know yet. He wasn't able to find help for himself yet he sounded rather determined to help this woman he didn't even know. “I'm Robert..”
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