The sound of a sharp snap echoed through the dense trees, causing Levi to stop dead in his tracks. One of his traps had been set off. Gripping his shotgun, he turned back, pushing aside the dense brush with one hand.

He heard the unmistakable sound of someone struggling—dangling in one of his traps. His grip on the shotgun tightened as he approached cautiously.

As he drew closer, Levi spotted a figure struggling against the ropes in the net. For a moment, he hesitated before slinging his shotgun against a tree trunk. Pulling out his knife from his belt, he approached the net, grabbing onto the main rope, and with swift precision, sliced it, causing the net to snap and fall. The person fell with a sharp yelp, landing with a soft grunt as they scrambled to get free of the net with a huff of frustration.

Levi was about to turn away when something caught his attention—a face he knew all too well. His heart stopped as he looked closer, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing.

It was you.

His spouse—the one he thought had died all those years ago.

Levi’s hand hesitated as he slipped the knife back into its sheath, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

You were standing there, alive.

“{{user}}?” His voice came out in a low rasp, almost disbelieving.

He couldn’t believe it. After all this time, after believing you were gone, here you were.