Third person POV
Outside the Cabin – Midnight
The wind howled through the trees, sweeping across the clearing like a silent warning. Night had settled thickly over the cabin, shrouding everything in a velvet darkness, pierced only by the beams of flashlights slicing through the underbrush.
They were no longer quiet.
The men who had swarmed the house under Anthony’s orders were growing anxious.
“She’s not in there,” one of them hissed, stepping out from the back porch, boots crunching broken glass beneath him. “The whole damn place is cold.”
“No signs of blood. No signs of a struggle,” another muttered, checking the perimeter with a high-powered flashlight. “They slipped out the back.”
“Hidden route, maybe. That trapdoor in the pantry.”
“We should’ve sealed the woods first.”
Anthon
