Dusen sensed a presence behind the wooden bench, prompting him to glance over his shoulder. Yet, the space appeared empty, leaving him puzzled. Nevertheless, the sound of dried mango leaves crunching underfoot couldn't be dismissed. Bluebell's heart raced with panic as she watched her brother attempt to stand to inspect. "Brother, you have hurt your leg." She quickly held his hand tightly, letting him not move. "Don't walk. There is no one there,"
"You being so concerned about me is precisely why I want to be more suspicious of you, Bluebell. Release my hand." Dusen commanded, and Bluebell did. All Bluebell ever cared about was makeup, dresses, and accessories. This sudden change in her was hard to ignore.