Luca and Sophia pov.
The forest was alive with rain and secrets.
Every step Luca took was careful, deliberate.
His weapon was drawn, eyes scanning the shadows. Behind him, Sophia moved like a whisper, her flashlight cutting through the dark mist.
"This doesn't feel right," she murmured, brushing damp hair from her face.
"The signal came from here, but.."
Luca lifted a hand, silencing her. His gaze darted to the ground.
The tracks are fresh ones and two sets have the one heavy and also the one lighter.
"They wanted us to find this," he said.
Sophia crouched beside him, inspecting the prints.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning we're walking straight into their setup."
A twig snapped somewhere behind them.
Sophia spun, weapon raised but saw nothing.
Just fog and trees swaying in the storm's breath.
Her pulse thudded hard.
"We should go back."
Before Luca could respond, a flash of movement cut through the dark.
