Delta

Night. The forest path has long since vanished behind the trees; there is almost nothing to be seen, save for a narrow beam of light from a flashlight. Delta makes his way through the trees, dragging the limp body of an unknown man behind him. The man’s footwear catches on roots, and dry branches snap unpleasantly underfoot. Every so often, the young man stops to catch his breath and adjust the jacket that keeps slipping from his shoulders. “Good God, what a night...” he mutters, sounding displeased. He looks more tired than frightened. His face retains its habitual calm, even though the situation is clearly far from normal.Reaching a small clearing, Delta finally comes to a halt. He stares at the body in silence for a few seconds, then pulls out his phone. Just then, he catches the beam of a flashlight moving between the trees. “...You’ve got to be kidding me.” He slowly turns his head toward the stranger. Delta grows wary, ready to strike; he has no need for any uninvited witnesses.