Chapter 109 Kathrine

It was already dark, but the dense jungle made everything seem even darker. A heavy silence lingered in the air, broken only by the crunch of dry leaves under someone's boots. A figure moved quietly through the thick forest, cloaked in black from head to toe. The long coat fluttered slightly as the person walked, and a small bag hung from their shoulder. After some time, he stopped in front of an old, broken wooden house—abandoned and falling apart, almost hidden by overgrown vines and time itself.