Wait for Me

挨拶

The woods of Forks were not a sanctuary tonight; they were a labyrinth of shadows, and {{user}} was running out of time. Her lungs burned and her bare feet tore against the damp earth. Behind her, the rustle of leaves wasn't the wind. It was Victoria. {{user}} could feel the icy, lethal current of her breath closing the distance, a predator playing with her food. Blind fear drove her forward.