Whatever picture formed in Fiona's mind, her face drained of color, turning deathly pale.
She scrambled up once more, her movements almost abrupt this time. "It was nice chatting with you today, but I'll be going now."
Without waiting for Mark's reply, Fiona hurried off.
Mark watched her figure fade into the distance before pulling his gaze back.
He remained seated in place, showing no intention of returning inside yet.
The night wind grew colder and colder.
Mark turned his gaze toward the West Zone—the very place where, according to Fiona, the black mist kept manifesting.
In the next second, a dark silhouette loomed over him, blocking his view. A subtle, familiar fragrance drifted through the cool air.
Mark looked up, meeting Suzy's eyes.
Suzy stood right in front of him, looking down with lowered eyelids.
"You're here," Mark said.
"If you don't come back inside to rest soon, I'm locking the RV door," Suzy replied.
