The rain stopped.
The heavy clouds covering the sky dispersed, giving way for the moon to shine on the island.
Its light illuminated the entirety of the island, now covered with a layer of mist.
The sounds of animals filled the place, their voices echoing rhythmically.
But something else also filled the air of the island.
...The distinct smell of death and decay.
The rain dampened most of it, but it was still clear.
Someone di—.
A lot of them died.
And that took a long time to sink into Lauryn's mind.
That she... was the one who killed them.
...Her stupidity and naivety killed them.
Looking around the thick forest, dampened by the sounds of different beasts, she could faintly hear the cries of people, begging for help.
"...No." She trembled violently, her hands reaching out to cover her ears from the screams.
There was no life in her eyes—they felt dead.
