The night path proved treacherous to navigate, especially the untamed mountain trail they found themselves on.

Ariana, dressed in thin clothes, shivered and wrapped her arms tightly around herself whenever the wind howled. The kerosene Lamp she had carried slipped from her grasp earlier, tumbling down the slope and extinguishing its light, making the path even more treacherous to discern.

The ground beneath them was uneven, littered with protruding branches and rocks. Ariana narrowly avoided stumbling multiple times, her feet meeting obstacles along the way.

With her vision obscured, Ariana's face suffered scratches from the unforgiving tree branches that reached out to hinder her progress.

As Ariana's agitation grew, the thought of returning to the damp, moldy room only served to worsen her irritation. Fueled by frustration, she forcefully pushed past the obstructing branches, forging ahead on her journey.