Luca opened his bag with a quick movement and took out a small compass. The needle trembled for a moment before finally pointing west.
“West,” he muttered, showing Miguel the direction.
“Are you sure this is the right way?” asked Miguel as he looked around, making sure there were no signs of danger.
Luca shrugged, “Honestly? No, I'm not. But my instincts tell me we should try to get there.”
Miguel sighed softly. “Your instincts can sometimes lead us to the abyss, you know.”
“You want to protest? Go ahead and take over the compass,” Luca replied in a teasing tone as he stepped forward.
“No, thank you. I trust your instincts enough this time,” Miguel replied with a faint smile, following behind.
As they walked on the snow that crunched under their shoes, a silence began to hang betwee
