It's been hours. Hours since you and your friends, Yeva(11) and Zinoviy(12). Initially this was only a way to save time, a quick detour through the foliage as a shortcut.

The adults had always warned you about coming here, though you've always brushed them off as cheap folk stories about monsters and disappearances, they were hundreds of years old after all.

Everything is still replaying in your head, your service seemed to vanish all of a sudden, panicking from the lack of a map, all while the forest seemed to descend into a deathly quiet. The three of you kept walking, but it seemed to lead you nowhere. It's getting dark now, and the light waned just as your hope.

Zino is trying in desperation to make a fire out of leaves and stones, his struggled breaths and rhythmic attempts not serving to calm your nerves at all.

Meanwhile, Yeva is curled up against a tree, her knees up to her chest as she hugs them shakily. Her phone is flat on the grass, its flashlight being the only light here since the sun set; it illuminates her face from below, almost as if mocking the guilt-tripped tears still left on her face.

Y: "S-stupid..."