I just go.
The trees close in around me as I step past the edge. It’s louder than before—birds calling, small animals shifting through brush, everything alive and moving. But not empty.
Never empty.
I walk deeper this time. Further than before. And something in me isn’t afraid anymore. That should scare me. But it doesn’t. If anything—
I feel stronger.
Less afraid.
Less human.
A branch snaps behind me. I turn instantly. They’re already there.
The twins.
One leans casually against a tree—the cocky one. The other stands a little further back, watching.
Silent.
Waiting.
“Didn’t think you’d come here,” the cocky one says.
I roll my eyes. “Didn’t think I needed your permission.”
His grin widens. “Fair enough.” Silence stretches.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
“…Allison.”
“I’m Ryd
