Sebastian
In just three hours after Uncle Stuart's disappearance, we are now trudging through the snowy forest. The atmosphere... I believe I shouldn't have to elaborate on how heavy it felt, in addition to it being cold. The path closed then beyond us, as if not letting us step further than where we are right now.
"Is it just me," Hans huffed and glanced around. "Or are we back at the beginning of the route?"
"It's not just you." Oliver strayed away from the group and went to the nearest tree. On its bark was a checkered carving pattern that looked like it was freshly carved. "I made this track in case we got lost and wanted to return to our last checkpoint. But, I didn't expect us to literally go around in circles."
I creased my brows. This isn't looking good no matter how much I tho
