Kakababu O Santu Now

A twig snapped behind them. Santu’s heart hammered. Three silhouettes emerged from the fog, rifles glinting.

Santu stared, then burst into a disbelieving laugh. “You used a wasp nest. And a fake treasure. And your own nephew as bait.” Kakababu O Santu

They didn’t run toward the boat. They ran into the deeper forest, where the ground was firmer. Santu’s lungs burned, but Kakababu moved with a strange, rhythmic speed, his stick finding hidden footholds. A twig snapped behind them

“Kakababu, this is insane,” Santu whispered, clutching a heavy rucksack. “The tide will drown this path in an hour, and those men have guns.” rifles glinting. Santu stared