The forest, the dense woods exude a chilling aura in the night.
All around, it is silent, except for the rustling sound made by a man's footsteps, startling unknown creatures to cry out.
"Elly, where are you?"
Damon Hawke called out anxiously for Elara Don, asking Chase Quinn for the map, searching for a cabin in the forest.
The entire forest was too vast; he didn't know where Henry Harris might have hidden her.
His men were searching everywhere, and that cabin was the forester's dwelling place. Would Elara be there?
Damon pushed aside the bushes and finally saw a cabin in the distance.
"Elly, are you there?"
Damon's gaze darkened, and he quickened his pace.
He pushed the door open and quickly glanced inside.
At first glance, he saw the woman whose hands and feet were bound, sitting with her head drooping in the corner.
"Elly."
Damon's pupils contracted as he hurriedly walked over, quickly undoing the ropes on her hands and feet.
"Elly, wake up!"
