Being offered with sorts of foods, Eloise started to get on with Bryce.

Mitchel glanced at the Raegan and sensed his patience wearing thin.

He anticipated her imminent plea for assistance.

With a scoff, he departed without a second thought.

Once Raegan perceived Mitchel's departure, she allowed herself to unwind and settled onto the ground.

A bitter smile played on her lips, pondering her own expectations.

Raegan had been self-reliant for so long that she managed to pitch the tent by herself after much effort.

Having trekked the mountain all day, her body felt the pangs of hunger and thirst, leaving her exhausted.

Ignoring everything else, she crawled into the tent and surrendered to sleep.

The quiet rustle eventually roused Raegan.

She turned on her flashlight and called out, "Who's there?"

Hearing footsteps outside, Raegan wrapped herself in a blanket of fear, too scared to remain alone.

Grasping her spray for protection, she peered out of the tent to find nothing amiss.

Yet, the thought of sleep eluded her.

Her tent was vulnerably positioned at the edge. After a moment's hesitation, Raegan moved toward Eloise's tent which was safely nestled at the center.

Standing near Eloise's tent, Raegan caught the sound of Eloise's voice inside.

"Mitchel, stop that. It tickles..."

The voice cut through Raegan, a frigid gust chilling her to the core.

She stood frozen momentarily.

Regaining her composure, she retreated.