White Belt - Running away from a crime scene. Guilty or framed? Make us experience the urgency in just 100 words.

The last of the men ran away and the wailing of the sirens sounded, leaving us a mess on the floor.

I looked at the swarm of bodies around us, and then at our half-tied hands and legs. It was a race against time - as their footsteps became louder, our knots came undone, inviting the freedom we had lost.

As the door opened, I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the back door. Running away from those scientists, then the police, it seemed like this was our fate.

But, it didn't matter, as long as she was safe.

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