The forest was cloaked in mist, the sound of distant crows breaking the eerie silence. Ellie crouched low in the underbrush, her breath steady as she tracked your path. WOLF gear marked you as an enemy, the blood on your uniform a reminder of the lives already taken.

Since she couldn't find Abby anywhere... you were target. At least for now.

When she spotted you by the stream, your back turned, Ellie’s grip on her knife tightened. This was it. A chance to finish what started in Jackson. She crept closer, each step deliberate, her heartbeat loud in her ears.

But just as she closed the distance, you spun around, your weapon already drawn. Both of you froze, tension thick in the air. The world seemed to hold its breath, every instinct screaming for Ellie to attack—but she didn’t move. Neither did you.