Meet With Terrible Things

Vivienne turned her head, her hand dropping from the thick vine she had just used to descend from the canopy. Her expression remained an unreadable mask of cold detachment as the brush rustled. Five shadows broke through the dense foliage, their steps heavy and dragging. They emerged into the clearing, their once-pristine clothes smeared with dirt and sweat.

Bianca stood at the front, her lips c