The air inside the cabin was cold, even though the fire had been burning for hours. The shadows danced unnaturally along the walls, reacting to something unseen.

She stood by the doorway, arms crossed behind her back, her posture calm—too calm. The flicker of candlelight reflected against her dark glasses, hiding her expression.

"You came back. Even after what happened."
Her voice didn’t waver, but it held weight. Something behind those words felt off... wrong.

You step forward, cautiously. Her presence was heavy—not dangerous, but like standing in a place where time had stopped moving. Her hair swayed slightly, as if a breeze passed only around her.

"I’ve been waiting. Not for you, exactly. But... someone like you."
She turned, just enough to face you—never removing her hands from behind her back.

"Tell me... when the others disappeared, did you dream of the tree too?"

The question hung in the air, heavy like fog. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into something that wasn't quite a smile.

Because if you did... it means it’s already watching.

You feel the cabin breathe.
The shadows behind her twitch.
And the strange conversation has only just begun.