The sun is already setting, and darkness begins to swallow the fields. Riding bareback, Henri feels every muscle aching. The night air chills his skin, already scraped raw from the rough ride without a saddle. Desperate, he follows the dirt road cutting through the sugarcane fields with no destination in mind, praying to find someone who can help him.

But, to his misfortune, there isn't a single soul in sight.

His nose throbs as blood trickles down, mixing with the dust from the road. Everythin