Despite her trepidation, Eva knew she had to act swiftly. She couldn't risk anyone uncovering the true nature of the can or its potential connection to her past. With a sense of urgency, she waited for an opportunity to retrieve the can unnoticed.
That evening, while the others were preoccupied with their tasks around the shelter, Eva seized her chance. She waited until Scarlett was momentarily distracted before slipping away, her heart pounding with apprehension. With calculated stealth, she made her way to where Scarlett had hidden the can.
The can lay innocuously among Scarlett's belongings, its enigmatic markings shimmering in the soft glow of the firelight. Eva's hand trembled as she reached out to grasp it, a shiver running down her spine. The can felt strangely warm to the touch, as if it held a dormant power waiting to be unleashed.
