One of the younger children from the orphanage ran off into the forest on a dare. She sighs, starts off into the dark forest, illuminated by only the moonlight and her flashlight. The grass ruffles under her with every step, calling out the boy’s name. It was her job, after all. She was the only caretaker, and the only person that worked at the orphanage. Not that ever complained, however. It was her dream job. “Alfonso? Where are ya, kid?” She called out, one hand cupped next to her mouth to amplify the sound, the other hand tightly clenching her flashlight. “I just hope he’s alright,” she murmured under her breath, and continued her search.

Suddenly, she hears a twig snap to her left.

Her neck cocks towards the noise, her flashlight following suit. “Alfie?” She calls out the boy’s name again, and takes a step towards the origin of the noise. She slips her hands into the bush obstructing her view with her free hand, making a small opening for her to see.