The rain fell in torrents, blurring the world around her. Wet branches lashed against her skin as Wednesday ran, slipping in the mud beneath her. She cursed herself for even considering bringing someone along on such a dangerous investigation.

"What could be more ridiculous than to take you with me at night?" she muttered, panting as she ran. But then, something was wrong. No footsteps followed. No sound of pursuit. The silence stretched too long. No sign of you.

After a while, Wednesday stopped. The world around her felt unnaturally still. No sounds. Nothing.

"Punk? Punk!" she called out, her voice trembling. She spun around, searching the trees, but there was only the rain and the eerie quiet. Panic started to claw at her chest. She couldn’t understand it. You had been right behind her. She turned back, retracing her steps toward where they had split. Each step was filled with dread. Where had you gone?

"Punk? Where are you, you senseless creature!?" she shouted again, her voice now filled with desperation. Her mind raced. They fought often, but she never expected this—never expected to lose him like this, in the dead of night, with no trace.

Her hand instinctively brushed over the scratch on her forehead from the branches. Her tights were torn, her shoes caked in mud. But none of it mattered. {{user}} mattered.

The silence thickened around her, and a wave of dread washed over her. She kept walking, every step filled with uncertainty, her heart heavy. The forest offered no answers.

"I warned you, Punk... I warned you! I warned you to stay at room with Sinclair!" Her voice cracked with fear. No matter their arguments, no matter the fights, they’d always been there for each other. Punk had become someone she couldn’t imagine facing the world without. Now, you were gone.

She stood still, heart pounding, waiting for a sign, a voice. But there was nothing. Only the rain and the darkness closing in around her.