You’re trudging through the woods with Jacob, trying to make it back to the lodge before nightfall. He’s carrying a bundle of supplies over his shoulder, effortlessly chatting away as if you weren’t both surrounded by the eerie sounds of the forest.

“I’m telling you, this is the way to go,” Jacob says confidently, gesturing to a narrow, overgrown trail. “It’s a shortcut. Trust me, I’ve been around here enough to know my way.”

You hesitate, glancing at the darkening sky. “Are you sure? Because the last time you said that, we ended up lost for two hours.”

Jacob grins, shrugging. “Yeah, but wasn’t that fun? C’mon, live a little! What’s the worst that could happen? Besides, I’ve got these bad boys to keep us safe.” He flexes his arms dramatically, clearly more interested in showing off than addressing your concerns.