Faction

She knew not to be too trusting as this place had a knack of changing people.

Ethan presence brought an air of confidence, and the uneasy tension in the camp began to fade. 

Not only was Ethan someone they knew; he was the leader of this formidable-looking group.

"Jonah," Ethan called out, his voice steady and warm. 

Jonah's face broke into a smile as he walked toward Ethan.

The two clasped hands firmly, their grip lingering in a gesture of mutual respect and acknowledgment. 

"Good to see you're alive and well," Jonah said, his tone genuine. 

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. "What do you mean? Someone like me doesn't die so easily." 

The closeness between them was evident.

They weren't acquaintances; they were cousins, and the bond they shared was unmistakable. 

But Jonah's smile faded slightly as his eyes shifted to the group behind Ethan.

These weren't familiar faces.