Puppet Master
Under the moonlit canvas, the night seemed to have its secrets.
Aurora's pulse quickened as she connected the dark dots, forming a twisted narrative.
She didn't have a moment to lose.
Adrenaline surged through her muscles, propelling her toward the shelter's entrance with an urgency that matched the gravity of her discovery.
Meanwhile, outside, Korig and Tara ambled beneath the starlit sky.
The night wove an enchanting aura, amplifying Tara's hesitant words as she expressed her admiration for Korig's strength.
"I've always admired your strength, Korig," Tara whispered, her voice barely above a breath, eyes gleaming with a dangerous allure.
"It's... captivating."
Korig, somewhat taken aback, managed a cautious smile, his instincts sending subtle alarms through his senses.
"Always?... Well strength is necessary in these times, Tara."
"We all have to find it within ourselves."