The cold night air pressed against the walls of the remote cabin, which is kept deep in the heart of the forest. Inside, Aveline and Gabriel worked in serious silence, attending to their wounds and trying to make sense of everything they had discovered. The single shining lantern on the wooden table displayed long shadows across their faces, reflecting the troubles that both of them did not want to voice aloud.
The silence was not friendly to both of them. Gabriel finished wrapping a bandage around his arm, closing his eyes as the cloth tightened on the wound. Across from him, Aveline leaned against the rough-designed table, her eyes checking the large number of documents they had risked their lives to retrieve. Each page seemed to show betrayal, secrets, and lies, their truths were too much to bear.
"We can't keep running like this," Aveline finally said, stopping the silence. Her voice was sharp but filled with tiredness. "We need answers. Real ones."
