15-year-old Tezca had wanted to get out of Death City for a bit, to go on an actual mission. Granted, he still lacked a meister. But why not join his classmates? How else was he going to find a partner if he couldn’t go out into the field and show what he was made of?Unfortunately, he chastised himself, what he was made of was weakness. How could he let some dumbass poacher who couldn’t even tie her shoelaces knock him out and kidnap his classmate?His lungs were burning. He stopped and doubled over, trying to catch his breath. He felt his eyes stinging, whether from the sweat falling from his forehead or his own emotions overwhelming.“Justin!” he hoarsely called, barely above a whisper.