As they continued walking, a sense of unease settled over Jiho like a heavy shroud.
Her instincts, honed by years of survival in the wild, pricked at her senses, warning her of unseen danger lurking in the shadows.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and a chill ran down her spine as a familiar feeling washed over her—an ominous sensation that someone, or something, was watching them with malicious intent.
Jiho's steps faltered, her face draining of color as she turned to face the Su brothers. The worry etched on their faces mirrored her own growing apprehension.
They took a few tentative steps forward, intending to inquire about Jiho's sudden change in demeanor.
But before they could utter a word, Jiho's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, her tone serious and commanding.
"Do you guys know how to climb trees?"The Su brothers exchanged puzzled glances, momentarily taken aback by the abrupt shift in conversation.
