Darkness.


His green eyes shot open as he gasped, jolting awake. He was bare- chested, wrapped in a fur blanket. His clothes hung from a branch beside a proud, blazing fire. His shotgun rested against a tree. He rubbed his head, feeling dizzy, and half-closed his eyes.


A gentle tap on his shoulder shook him.


<< Awake now, kid?>> a deep voice rumbled as Milo appeared , sitting across from him. << You must’ve had a bad dream- you were mumbling like a scared little rabbit >> he chuckled, pouring wine into his tin cup.


Only two seats were placed around the fire.


<< Where are Ches and Frankie ? >>


Milo cut a piece of meat from the spit, chewing it silently while watching him, raising a brow. << Who are they? They were with you before I found you ? >>


Andrew wiped his face, squeezing his eyes shut, rocking back and forth as paranoia set in.


<< Hey, hey.. Calm down.. Here, drink this..>> Milo offered gently, handing him the flask.


Andrew looked at Milo, fear creeping in as he realized- Milo was guilty, playing into the Lamia’s game, not against it.


<< This.. This isn’t Holy Water ..Is it? >> he whispered.. << What is even this?! Where are Frankie and Ches? >>


Milo set his plate aside and rubbed his hands together.


<< You see.. I was hoping for you to forget, because i like you, kid.. I wanted you to be my new.. " Frankie".. but this shit is useless... >> he said with an arrogant, playful tone and he thrown the flask away. He tightened his grip on his rifle and approached slowly Andrew with a sinister smile.


<< You shouldn’t remember them! >> .