As the soothing caress of moonlight had its transformative effect, mending the shadows within me, I gradually became aware that night had descended, and we were deeply ensconced within the heart of the forest, a place where darkness could be as perilous as it was enchanting.
"Christian promised to keep an eye on me," I whispered to myself, a tinge of worry creeping into my voice. "But it's been quite late, and I haven't caught a glimpse of him. Where on earth could he be?"
Scanning the surroundings, I strained my eyes but found no sign of him. It was when I turned around, despair nibbling at my nerves, and my gaze fell upon the gently swaying chair behind me that my heart leaped. The chair was adorned with a lantern, and a yellow sticky note lay beside it, bearing a cryptic message: "On
