Keroli POV
When my eyes slowly open, the peaceful dream I was lost in is suddenly swallowed by the chilling reality of a nightmare.
In front of me sits Jero, his presence as clear and unsettling as the dream that now seems like a distant memory. I had spoken with him just yesterday, and now here he is.
Jero is not just any person; he is a wandering soul who has no recollection of how he died.
The only thing he can remember is that he was in a dense forest when his soul first regained awareness.
Since that moment, he has been drifting from place to place, aimlessly searching for something—anything—to make sense of his existence.
At first, Jero had no idea that he was dead. He tried to talk to people, desperately seeking some kind of connection.
But in those desperate moments, everyone around him was running away in fear from the skinwalkers.
