Seyan stood at the spot wondering whether to follow the trail. However, on the other side, it was already dawn and just a few minutes away from sunrise. No matter the brewing anxiety in her heart, she had to wait. In her past life, her brother taught her to always plan for things first. So she retreated to the hostels.
Inside the forest, lay a small shanty hidden between the hedges making it resemble a deserted warehouse. The vicinities of the cabin were painted with basic colours of pastel black and grey. A soft couch lay on one side of the wall and an old lady sat on it with a mug of tea in her hand.
Suddenly, the door to the cabin burst open and in emerged a tall silhouette carrying a female in his hands. The old lady on the couch raised her head from her mug and stared at them.
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