Stay Behind Me

The Lucius group moved cautiously, their breaths shallow as they approached a clearing.

"This way," Jaefel said quietly, nodding toward a faint trail veering east.

Lucius narrowed his eyes. "If this is a trap—"

"It's not," Jaefel said, his voice firm. "But if we don't hurry, it won't matter. The killer's already ahead of us."

The tension between them hung heavy in the air as they stepped into the clearing, the faint glow of the moon illuminating their path. 

Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of chanting carried on the wind.

Lucius's eyes darkened. "Let's move."

And so they pressed on, the weight of the night pressing down on them as they ventured deeper into the unknown.

The forest was eerily quiet as Lucius, Jean, Emma, and their unexpected addition—Jaefel—moved cautiously through the moonlit woods. 

Lucius's red eyes scanned every shadow, his body tense and ready for any sudden movement.