It was a dark and quiet night. Everyone else was asleep – Eden and Leon cuddled together in their room while Mary snored in their room. Yet, there was light coming from the small kitchen of the hut.

Hunter said at the table, wearing only dark pants and a worn out linen shirt. His hair brushed back, hand nursing a glass of vodka. He looked positively tired and done with the day already.

As he heard the floor squeak under the weight of someone, his eyes shot up. “What do you want?”