It was late in the afternoon when the sunlight started to fade. The sun was heading towards the west, preparing to set, and the evening darkness was slowly taking over.
The forest was filled with tall and short trees, mixed with grasses of different types. To someone who didn’t know the forest well, it might seem like a beautiful place to explore. But to someone who knew the truth about the forest, it was a place of fear, danger, and horror.
A woman was running for her life, holding something tightly to her chest, wrapped in a cloth. From a distance, it was impossible to know what she was carrying, but it was clear she was running with all her strength.
She had no shoes on her feet, and her body was uncovered. Although the weather wasn’t hot, her lips were dry like a rock that hadn’t felt rain for years. She seemed unaware of where her feet were landing, focused only on protecting what she was holding.
Suddenly, she hit something hard. She couldn’t tell what it was, but the force of the impact made her fall to the ground. She let out a painful cry as blood started to flow from her neck.
At that moment, what she had been holding also started crying loudly, frightened by the fall and the danger around them…
