Jin Liang

The forest was silent, too silent. There was no wind, no birdsong, not even the crunch of branches under {{user}}'s feet as he walked. Just an oppressive emptiness, as if something was watching him from the shadows.

She saw him as she rounded the bend in the path: a boy, dark-haired and wide-eyed, sitting on a rock by the stream. He was barefoot and dirty, his legs drawn up to his chest. He shouldn't have been there, not at this hour, not this far from the village.