Sabrina couldn't quite grasp his demeanor. As she lay in bed at night, shutting her eyes, she couldn't shake off the memory of Tyrone's eyes filled with disappointment and his solitary departure. She tossed and turned until the late hours of the night.

"Don't let those crazy fans frighten you. Head back to your tent and rest. It's getting dark anyway," Bettie said.

They were merely chatting and gaming. Sabrina didn't have to participate.

"Then I'll head to my tent," Sabrina said, putting down her drink, bidding the guide farewell, and heading off.

More than a dozen tents were scattered around, Sabrina and Bettie's situated far from the bonfire, nestled in the forest, alongside two others even more remote.

With insect repellent warding off creatures, they were free from concern about snakes and mosquitoes.

Sabrina unzipped her tent and, once inside, zipped it back up. She drew the blanket to her body, set her cell phone aside, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Soon, warmth overcame her, causing her to cast off the blanket.

Half-awake, she discerned the sound of someone unzipping the tent and mumbled, "Bettie, is the bonfire finished?"

The person paused, and no one answered.

Sabrina turned and fell back to sleep.

The tent's silence resumed, broken only by the sound of the zipper once more. A man crept in.

It was Raul, breath held, daring not to turn on the light, surveying the tent in the moonlight.

Seeing Sabrina sleeping peacefully, he cautiously began to remove her clothes.

It was his first time doing such a thing. His hands trembled with nervousness.

"I'm so hot," Sabrina whispered, wiping her forehead, though there was no sweat on it.

A burning sensation coursed through her body.

Raul went rigid, fearing any movement might awaken her.

Had the drug finally begun to work?

In the small town of Moorwald Bay, a bustling locale frequented by many travelers, mostly couples who seemed quite liberal, an adult products shop existed. Raul visited it since returning from the Light tower.