Inside the cabin.
The pinewood in the fireplace crackled, and the orange-red flames danced cheerfully.
It bathed the entire living room in a warm glow.
A faint scent of pine filled the air, adding a touch of calm to the slightly tense atmosphere.
Feng Shan sat on the sofa, leaning forward slightly with his hands clasped on his lap.
Nash and Gunpowder stood silently behind him, their expressions grave as their vigilant eyes scanned the surroundings.
Across from them sat Sheriff Sean and the biker gang leader, Quinn. In contrast, the two seemed rather stiff, with flashes of nervousness in their eyes.
Neither side spoke; they just watched each other quietly.
The living room was so quiet that the only sounds were the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace and their soft breathing. The atmosphere was a bit heavy.
The sound of soft footsteps arose.
Then, Jenny appeared in the living room, helping an old woman.
