A whole week had passed since that night.
In that short span of time, I had become more than just a fugitive—I was now a wanted criminal, an enemy of humanity itself. My face was plastered across every broadcast.
"The otherworlder responsible for the deaths of officers within the facility remains at large. Despite extensive efforts by the authorities, there are currently no leads regarding his whereabouts. However, rest assured, every measure is being taken to bring him to justice."
The words echoed through the streets from a massive billboard screen, the bright glow casting an eerie light over the gathered crowd. Murmurs spread like wildfire, hushed voices dripping with unease and fear. Eyes darted toward the screen, scanning my image with expressions ranging from concern to outright terror.
To them, I wasn't just a criminal—I was a monster. An anomaly that had no place in their world.
