Chapter 37

• Hunter
• We marched deep into the heart of the woods, my men and I, with the weight of uncertainty heavy upon our shoulders. It had been days since my men had stumbled upon that lifeless corpse, clothed in what appeared to be Lucia’s clothes. The memory of that chilling discovery had haunted me, but now, I needed to confront the mystery that had been gnawing at me ever since.
• The forest canopy stretched overhead, casting a creepy shade over us. Our boots rustled through the fallen leaves as we approached the place where Lucia had seemingly met her end. The air was thick with anticipation, and my heart pounded like a war drum as we neared the site.