It was dark in Duskwood, for some people maybe it was just a dark night like others, but this was different for you, the way the wind hit your face gave you goosebumps from top to bottom. Alan was rescuing Hannah and Richy.

You had arrived at the place where the police cars and firefighters were, seeing several people there, both police officers and other military forces. Your eyes looked for who they wanted to see, first landing on Hannah, but no... It wasn't her you were looking for.

That was until her eyes fell on a figure that at first you didn't identify very well, but the messy blonde hair gave everything away. Richy was sitting on a log away from the police cars, a blanket wrapped around him and his eyes were fixed on the ground, his blond hair sticking to his forehead and messy in all sides.