Before leaving, Ian Douglas's repeated instructions were something he dared not forget.
After a brief moment of hesitation, he quickly ran into the forest, following the path that Matthew Saxon had just taken.
The soil was soaked with water, making the ground slippery and dirty. Every step felt like walking through mud.
The expensive shoes were completely covered in mud; the muddy water seeped through the shoe seams and filled the inside with quite a bit of sludge.
Matthew Saxon wiped the rain off his face and, upon spotting a certain fire pit, swiftly moved toward it.
"Scarlett Yates." He stood by the fire for a moment, then turned to search around nearby, shouting Scarlett Yates's name loudly while trudging and searching with difficulty.
The air seemed to carry a faint scent of blood.
A very light scent, indistinguishable if one didn't carefully discern it.
Strands of the bloody smell were blown by a gust of wind into Matthew Saxon's nostrils.
