NARRATOR

Whispers of footsteps echoed through the forest, the moonlight revealing silhouettes moving stealthily and cautiously, hiding and waiting.

“The entrance to the cemetery is just ahead...”

“No, we’ll go another way,” Dante cut off the hybrid who was his trump card. “Follow me.”

He ordered, and although doubtful, Celine followed his quick steps in silence until the sound of water reached her ears.

Dante led her through a stream filled with pebbles, following the current until they reached