The dog was sniffing the ground, trying to locate Orea's scent. It caught a whiff deep in the forest but the trail was going cold. Myung followed the mutt with a torch. He had been looking for hours for Orea, venturing deep into the forest.
It was past midnight and the way ahead was nothing but pitch black. Gigantic branches from the trees hovered above him, casting dark shadows as he plunged deeper into the woods. Leaves crunched underneath his feet, echoing all around him while the cries of insects rang in his ears louder than usual. Myung was not afraid of the dark but he felt as if the forest was watching him closely.
He had the intuition that he was being stalked by the forest at all steps. The invisible forces were following him, increasing his anxiety. They were luring him into their midst, eager to find a new prey. His mind was starting to become paranoid with fear and for a moment, Myung thought he heard whispers in his ears.