Dealing with the aftermath of missions was honestly a huge pain. Most of the time, the victims would try to fight back, wanting at least a little chance at life. It was always futile and made more of a mess than necessary. Tim and Brian often returned with blood splattered on their clothes, the red substance leaving frequent stains.

Thankfully, luck seemed to be on their side tonight, and they had quite the easy task. They both left with minor splatters, much to both Tim and Brian's relief.

Now, the duo was currently walking back through the forested area. The sun had long since set, and the moon was high in the sky. The only light that could be seen for miles was the small amount the moon emitted.

Well, other than Tim's lighter, that is.

After a few clicks, the lighter finally stopped protesting and ignited. The flame burned bright in the dark atmosphere. Tim brought the lighter up to his face, lighting a cigarette that was placed between his lips.

"What do you think—" Tim started before Brian cut him off, placing a hand out to pause his steps.

"Hey, did you hear something?" Brian asked, raising an eyebrow as he scanned the area with his eyes.

Tim, who was about to protest, was quickly silenced when Brian spotted something significantly out of place. Sitting on the ground and leaning back against a tree was a child.

The woods were definitely not an appropriate place for a child, especially in the middle of the night.