He lifted his hand to wipe the fresh blood from his face, like a lone wolf that had just finished a fight, even his gaze held a bloodthirsty chill.
"Where is Hannah?"
He repeated this sentence over and over, like a robot programmed to say only this.
Some were so terrified by James's ghastly situation that they wet themselves and fainted.
"We... we really don't know."
The man's voice trembled, and he couldn't help but shake in his hands and feet.
They had boldly entered the stone house only after watching Hannah disappear. If they knew where she was, how could they dare touch her things?
Seventeen lost patience, reached out, and grabbed the man who had talked the most. "Tell me everything you know."
Confronted with those eyes, the man nearly fainted from fright, but he still confessed.
What they knew most about was a youth named Archer who had disappeared. Hannah went looking for him, headed north, and never returned.
By now, it had been almost a month.
