The roles had reversed. William was now the hunter. He had no idea if he'd be able to take down his prey—but he was going to try. He always tried.
It was already night, but that didn't hinder his vision. The only real problem was that the group following them was skilled. Extremely skilled.
Even after a long time searching, William couldn't find a single trace of where that group might be. That was bad.
"It felt so easy to spot them last time…" he thought.
And that was when it hit him.
"Don't tell me… they let us see them before!"
The possibility hadn't even crossed his mind until now. Only after failing to track them properly did William start to suspect that their previous encounter had been intentional—an illusion of vulnerability.
If that was the case, then the situation was more complicated than he'd thought. Still, he wasn't discouraged. He was confident he could find them.
