With his father's heart-wrenching cry ringing in his ears and the heavy rain falling, one of the baron's sons, named Ciel, felt a tightness in his chest and a sense of foreboding settle over him.
The sound echoed through the forest, mingling with the constant patter of rain on the leaves and the ground.
And he began to run through the heavy rain toward the small house where his father had told him never to go.
The low-hanging branches struck his shoulders as he passed, leaving wet marks on his clothes while the water slid down his hair and face.
As he moved forward, his steps grew faster and faster. In the reflection of the puddles of standing water, his body seemed distorted. And at the same time, all sorts of thoughts crossed his mind, imagining the worst possible scenario.
His boots splashed water with every step, sending tiny droplets flying that fell back onto the muddy ground, distorting the reflections for a moment.
