"How much deeper is this forest?" Kanji complained in frustration. They were lost in the jungle as the daytime stretched on. They had been following the tire tracks but they vanished after a while at the river, leaving them with no other choice but to walk along the water bed. It was already past afternoon and they had lost all sense of time as they walked on for hours.
Minho was also tired. Sweat beaded from his forehead and his feet were writhing in agony but they had to go on. They had very little time and there was no telling what the CCK was doing to her at that very moment.ย
"It'll be dark soon," he commented, looking at the sky. More than a day had passed and they were still going around in circles in the midst of nowhere. Their men had not called them either which meant they had no luck in finding Gayoon either.
"The last time we found him in some sort of hill," Kanji recalled. He checked the map on his phone. "But there aren't any hills here."
