That would be a fitting punishment

Dark trees stood silent as if they were holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. Not a single bird chirped nor did the leaves rustle in the wind. It was like nature itself had fallen into deep sleep.

Two vans were parked among the bushes with their lights and engines off. Their drivers stood side by side, scanning the darkness for movement.

The other was a teal-haired young man, seemingly unfazed by the shadows, but beneath his calm exterior, he was nervous - it was going to be a long night, potentially deadly. He wore a black jacket and baggy jeans, his hands tucked inside his pockets as the weather turned cold.

Next to him was a brown-haired woman in her forties, watching him with worry in her eyes.

"You didn't bring gloves?"

Natsuo glanced at her, then looked away.

"No, uh... I forgot. I don't mind it."

They were silent for a few minutes, staring into the forest, searching for any signs of a disturbance.