"First of all... what the heck man?! You serious right now?" Harith almost hopped up from his seat the moment Cecilion casually dropped the bombshell about the mysterious cabin in the forest—a cabin that, unbeknownst to everyone else, held more than just wood and stone. It held secrets, truths that were far darker than any of them could comprehend.
Cecilion barely glanced at Harith as he calmly swirled the can of juice in his hand. The amber liquid inside caught the flickering light of the bonfire, casting momentary shadows over his face.
His voice was steady, unbothered. "I just said it, Harith," he muttered, as though the revelation was nothing more than a casual remark made over the course of a dull evening.
Paige, seated beside him, leaned into his arm as if it were second nature. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his wrist as she tried to tune out the chaos unfolding around them.
