The dark forest is definitely not the best place to run crying to. Certainly, not the best place to seek fresh air either.

Rogues live here. They roam here—

And I just stepped inside their home uninvited.

The air here is thicker, denser. And the darkness is as unsettling as how it smells.

But even when I hate this forest, even when my father has warned me many times to never set foot in here, I still found myself resting at the bulgy roots of a giant tree sprouting from the ground.

Finally, I let my tears fall freely. I never want this place. But this forest is the only...