Luke's heart pounded as he recalled the unsettling moment from just minutes ago. The eyes—those glinting, eerie eyes that had stared at him from the edge of the clearing—were still fresh in his memory. Now that he had a moment to think, he realized something that sent a shiver down his spine: the eyes hadn't been spaced far apart.
They were close together, like those of a person rather than some large, menacing creature. But who in their right mind would be wandering this forest at night? The thought of a crazy person crossed his mind, but then another possibility surfaced. What if it was a rescuer? Someone who had come looking for him? The idea seemed far-fetched, yet it was the only hope he had in this dire situation.
Deciding to take a gamble, Luke raised his voice, calling out into the darkness.
"Hey! Whoever's out there, show yourself! I'm not here to hurt anyone. If you understand me, please come out!"
