The rain fell in torrents, blurring the narrow alleyway as the two brothers ran, their footsteps muffled by the rhythmic roar of the storm. It was the kind of night that swallowed sound, swallowed hope. But they didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Their lungs burned, their bodies worn from the years of running—running from their past, from the blood that stained their hands, from the lives they’d taken and