raven ღ na jaemin

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silence fell over the clearing, and even the horses, which were seemingly able to sense the tension, had gone still. the other two figures must have also caught sight of the blood because they crouched down on either side of the first.

"it's quite fresh. if they've lost this much blood, they can't have gotten far," the first figure finally spoke, his low, husky voice resonating throughout the clearing and sending a chill down your spine.

"do you think it's someone from 127, jaemin?" asked the one to his right.

"i don't know. let's split up and look for them."

was his name jaemin? it didn't matter. you had to get away, and quick.

heart racing, you turned away from the clearing and hesitantly stepped into the thick forest. you carefully felt around with your feet and pushed away stray leaves before taking a step. your head had been aching intermittently, and a sudden jolt of pain forced you to stifle a yelp by biting hard on your lip. you stopped in your tracks, hand pressed to your head and face twisted in pain. you could feel the blood at the back of your head. some of it was dry and matted your hair, but there was also an alarming amount of fresh blood as well.

gritting your teeth, you continued to prod with your feet and take careful steps. you felt dizzy and had to hold onto the trunk of a nearby tree to steady yourself, taking as shallow breaths as you could.

cautiously, once some of the dizziness had ebbed away, you took a step forward, hands still holding onto the tree. you only made a couple more painfully slow steps before your foot caught on a root and you tripped and fell to the ground with a soft grunt.

dread washed over you and you strained your ears to listen to the eerily quiet surroundings, searching for any signs of movement. when you were confident enough that you were safe, you slowly pushed yourself up with your arms that were now lined with shallow scratches from your fall.

but when you raised your head up, you were met face-to-face with the tip of a sword. letting out a quiet gasp, your gaze trailed up the blade, which was glimmering in the moonlight, and felt the blood drain out of your face when you saw the hooded figure's triumphant smirk.