Kenna
Though their little campfire made Kenna feel slightly better about their situation—and the rejection—it was short lived. The moment the color returned to Yuuki’s face and she stopped shaking, they snuffed out the flames and returned to their mission. They had to. A job needed to be done, and hopefully, they could make it out alive and save her dad in the process.
It took another twenty minutes of walking in the dark, framed on both sides by twisted trees, murky water, and creeping ground fog. As they topped a small ridge, the shack came into view.
The place seemed like little more than a hunter’s cabin. All wood on the outside. Barely a piece of concrete indicated where the front door could be found. Cracked glass. Rusted metal scrap strewn around the structure. Bedsheets posing a
