“Could you make a call for me?" Isaac requested.

The woman's response caught him off guard. "What's a call?" she asked innocently.

Isaac was speechless.

Could this really be Dumpson?

How could she not know what a phone was?

It seemed inconceivable.

Who was this woman?

Isaac's expression remained stoic as he processed the information.

“Rest well. My husband and I need to tend to the grapes," the woman informed him before taking her leave.

Isaac sensed the absence of the dark figure that had been haunting his vision.

He shut his eyes for a moment, attempting to soothe his eyesight.

However, when he reopened them, his vision hadn't improved.

If anything, it had worsened, now engulfed in more serious darkness.

He couldn't discern even the faintest outline.

Panic began to rise within him as he realized he was completely blind.

His leg throbbed with pain, adding to his growing unease.

His suspicions about the woman intensified.

The scent of ripe grapes wafting through the air confirmed his belief that they were near a vineyard, likely with a winery nearby.

It seemed improbable that such a place would lack a phone.

Why would she lie to him?