Recap
The night was never meant to be this quiet. After barely surviving Leonid's traps and pushing through the endless trek in the forest, Kael and his ragtag companions thought they had earned a brief moment of rest inside the abandoned cabin. The walls creaked, the wind clawed at the windows, and every shadow seemed to whisper threats—but at least they were together, alive, and breathing.
For a fleeting moment, the group almost believed safety was possible. Aaron slumped against the wall, his body heavy with exhaustion but his grip on his rifle firm. Elena sharpened her blade with a steady rhythm, her eyes darting to the window whenever a branch scraped against the glass. Milo, jittery as always, insisted he heard something moving in the woods, but his words were waved off as paranoia. Kael tried to steady the group, pretending that silence meant peace—even though in his gut, silence meant danger.
