"I have something to do," Eun-woo told Rhys as he slipped through the back door. "I'll meet you later," he added before running off.
"What?" Rhys looked up from the maps he was studying, puzzled by the sudden departure. "Wait! You can't just go out like that!" he shouted, grabbing his weapon and following after him. "Arthur must be in the woods!"
Eun-woo didn't stop; on the contrary, he increased his speed. The rain hit his face, soaking his clothes in a matter of seconds. With each step, the soft, slippery ground swallowed his feet or made him skid in the mud. To avoid falling, Eun-woo held onto the trees with trembling hands, bracing himself on the wet bark. The mist wound between the trunks, obscuring the landscape a few meters away.
Since he couldn't trust his sight, Eun-woo relied on smell instead.
