"Please, don't leave me, Marcel," Skylar's voice trembled as she clung tightly to his sleeve, pleading with her eyes.
Marcel's expression softened as he looked down at her. "I'm not going anywhere, Sky," he assured her gently. He then tilted his head slightly, searching her face for answers. "But can you tell me why you're here? And why in that specific forest?" His voice was calm, yet the concern in his tone was unmistakable.
Before Skylar could respond, there was a soft knock at the door. Both of them turned to see Jenna standing there, holding a tray with a glass of water. Marcel quickly took the tray from her hands, offering her a grateful smile. "Thank you, Jenna," he whispered, his voice gentle. "You should go to the room. I'll be back soon."
Jenna hesitated for a moment, her eye
