Mikhail
As I walked through the woods, beads of sweat formed on my forehead despite the chilly weather. The darkness seemed to swallow me whole, and the trees loomed above me like towers.
Leaves and twigs snapped under my feet, and thorns scratched my skin, causing blood to sleep out. I winced in pain, my eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of humans.
“Liliana!” I bellowed again, my voice echoing through the trees. But only the distant chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves replied. I pulled out my phone, hoping against hope that I'd get a signal. But the screen glared back at me, empty and unhelpful. “f**k!” I cursed, frustration boiling over.
What if she's escaped? What if she's not in danger? My mind bombarded me with the possibilities, but the memory of Elena Orlov
