Meanwhile, the fog continued spreading until it went beyond the woods. It was almost as if time had been turned back to 17 years ago when he was still locked within the coffin.
The once bright age clear might sky became gloomy as the dark clouds formed, hovering above the woods. Thunder stuck and and lightning followed suit.
These phenomena attracted attention to the woods once again. Although in the either of the night, the attention some certain group of individuals was drawn to it. The Hunters.
The children at Little Angels couldn't sleep either because of the sudden thunderstorm. Marianne and the caretakers had to go into their rooms to keep them company and give them a sense of security and hope that they would fall asleep once again. Marianne stood by the window of one of the children's rooms and stared I deep into the woods. Her mind flooded with multiple questions.
