Tense Moments
It was the traveler from the diary, his face grizzled and expression one of frustration. Behind him, two others emerged, holding nets and gear. “Looking for something?” he taunted, eyes fixated on Marissa’s. She clutched the knife tighter, its cold presence a meager comfort against the odds she faced. The standoff between her and the traveler was palpable, each second stretching on endlessly.