Who is there?

Zane

The woods were thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a familiar and almost comforting aroma that belied the tension in my muscles. Every step Amanda took seemed purposeful, her movements fluid and confident as she navigated the dense forest. I followed her at a cautious distance, my heart pounding in my chest with a mixture of fear and adrenaline. The underbrush rustled underfoot, and I had to carefully place each step to avoid making noise. I couldn't afford to alert her to my presence.

Amanda had always been a force to reckon with. Her reputation for ruthlessness was well-earned, and the thought of her discovering me trailing her sent a shiver down my spine. I knew that if she saw me, she wouldn't hesitate to eliminate the threat. The stakes were high, but I needed to know where she was headed and what she was planning. This was a dangerous game, one where a single mistake could cost me my life.

As I moved through the shadows, I saw her pause, her head tilting slightly a