In a mountain where tall trees stretched high, where branches and green leaves tangles with each other forming a curtains over the narrow forest path, and even sunlight were barely able to pass through.
It was a place that stood far removed from the gleaming roads and digital pulse of the cities, a place where nature still ruled, where everything felt more primal.
Here, under that shaded, emerald veil, four women and one man were walking.
Two of the women, clearly more mature than the rest, led the way. Behind them followed two younger women, sticking closely to one another as they chatted in hushed tones, voices rising now and then in short laughter. And further at the side, just a few steps apart, was the only man in the group.
His eyes held a cold glint, sharp and silent. His expression unreadable.
