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at easy either, considering the early mornings and burns I've acquired all up my arms. It hasn't been easy, and I'm starting to get cabin fever. Almost two weeks have passed and I haven't lef

d. I'm not included in that. So, tonight I've decided I'm going to venture out. I just want to see more of the village and get an idea of how big it is. I'm not planning on spe

scattered lamp lights around here are illuminating pale light in front of me. It feels satisfying being out in the open, feeling fresh air on my face, as bitter as it is.

myself never to wander in there. My mind strays. I feel watched, but not by someone beside me, or around me, or even in the forest. It prickles at the back of my neck. It's like someone is

sence floating around me, brushing against my skin. I try brush the feeling off. I'm overthinking this too much right now. Marie has gott

m sure if I go in the opposite direction of the sweet smell of baked food I've become

ingly busy. Stalls line up among each other, soft glittering lights hanging from each one, illuminating the produce each vendor is selling. Pe

ing amongst the people, looking at all the food and listening to the music. Not once did I see Marie by the time I made it to the other end

a fleeting moment is because both that boy and girl had such memorable features. It also intrigued me when Marie told me there is a possibili

in sight. They are still wearing hunting clothes, which has me wondering if they just came back from a hunt. I startle as the girls attention suddenly snaps at me. As I fall back into the shad

nowhere to run, I step out to look at them. It may be intimidating to see them all staring at me, but I can tell they have startled. No one is used t

irl off the train." I hop

sibly calm, looking between each other as if deciding silently what to say. My eyes stray to the boy

ns, genuine confusion suggesting she isn't prideful of her

e boy I've been looking at this entire finally stands. Every hunter seems to take a step back for him, as if his entire existence demands respect. As he takes a

names of the rest of these hunters, they don't always stick around for long," th

e the best cover, but it's not using my real name, as Mar

s says, folding his arms over his chest. I look at the other hunters around me, all different heights and sizes, but all

ff that train. I'm not sure why everyone is obsessed with the idea of me, and I'm not sure I want

collectively freezes. Carlos looks beyond petrified in that moment, however, when I look arou

s grab both my arms and drag me into one of the stalls, concealing me behind two curtain like d

He's c