Dried up leaves rustling as you stepped on them, the trees shading the sunlight creating a beautiful lighting — an arrow pierced through one of them, it seemed worn out; like it had been there for days, possibly weeks now.

You knew better than to touch unsanitary things such as this, but there was something captivating about them. Like you’ve never seen an arrow before, you almost touched it until—

“Hey.”

A voice called out from behind, making you turn to take a look on who it was.