Boundary Line
Editor: Vermillion
In the open wilderness, the night winds bellowed stronger than during the day. The bonfire built from broken twigs and dead leaves jumped and flickered in the wind, and the column of smoke scattered in the air before even reaching the sky.
Apart from the small bonfire, there wasn’t a single source of light on the horizon—even the dimly lit stars from before had been concealed entirely by a thick layer of clouds. In the darkness, six people and B.Rabbit huddled around the fire. The wavering flames illuminated each of their solemn expressions. No one spoke for quite a while.
It had already been six hours since the disappearance of Bai Xiaoke and the two others.
Although no one explicitly spelled it out, everyone knew clearly in their minds that the hope of rescuing them alive wasn't all that great...