Noah quickly secured Mochi’s wrists behind her back with firm, practiced efficiency, tightening plastic zip ties until they held her securely without risk of cutting off circulation. He added another set to her ankles, ensuring she wouldn’t escape if she regained consciousness unexpectedly. Vivian stood to the side, her breath shaky and uneven as she held her injured hand carefully against her chest. Blood seeped slowly through the makeshift cloth bandage, her fingers trembling slightly from pain and residual adrenaline.


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