YOONA'S POV

Carrying Jessica in my arms was not a problem. What bothered me was seeing the state she was in, suffering and bleeding a lot. That red liquid was already coming down from her arm, staining her shirt and even reaching my skin as I moved as fast as I could through the forest. I looked up and only realized it now: the skies are not clear. It's gonna rain again, and soon. Like I said, luck never comes randomly. What a 'luck' we had there.

We were near the hideout. I knew Jessica was trying to hide, or at least ease the pain she felt; that's what her face was showing. When I finally spotted the wooden house, located under the shadow of a big tree, I stopped walking right away. I squinted my eyes to have a better look at what I thought it was there. Because I'm pretty sure I just saw a figure through the place's window.

'It must be him, preparing a 'warm welcome' for us.' I thought. Well, . I couldn't do much with Jessica like that. So, before any wrong move, I put her down to sit behind a tree and warned her.

"There's someone inside our hideout. I just saw their figure." Jessica looked up at me, frowning and sighing as if she was saying ' no!'. "You'll have to stay here while I check it out. And don't you move, or your cut's gonna get uglier. I'll be back for you." Jessica was powerless and unable to disagree anyway, so she just closed her eyes and nodded her head. "Good... luck", she managed to blurt out before I left.

~~/NO ONE'S POV/~~

The brown-haired girl lurked in the shadows of the trees around the house, observing the scenario and estimating the best strategy to use. After making sure she was hidden in the bushes, she focused on watching any possible movements that could be seen through the window. Her eyes did not leave the building for a second, and her hands were roaming around her belt, where her knife was located. If it was Jessica, she'd have the ability to throw it mercilessly at a target.

Yoona's eyes went big when she spotted the person appearing in front of the window suddenly. But they were showing their back, and it was definitely not a man. Yoona captured the details of that view: it was a woman and she had long black hair, wearing a plain white long-sleeved shirt, black pants and a bag around her shoulder. The woman eventually turned her face to the side, allowing the sneaking girl outside to see her features. She seemed distracted with some papers she was holding, near a table.

Yoona decided to get out of her hiding place, and headed to the front door. It was not locked, not even entirely closed, for there was a gap that provided a brief view of the interior. She leaned on the wall carefully, and slowly reached the door with a hand, while the other was gripping firmly the blade.

After noiselessly praying, the door was pushed and Yoona stepped inside the house in a fighting position, showing herself to the stranger. The black-haired woman widened her eyes at the sudden invasion and grabbed the machete she kept on her waist, in defense.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!" Yoona spoke vigorously, staring into the other person's eyes angrily. The latter frowned a bit, looking confused upon hearing those words.

"Huh... wait, you're saying this is 'your house'?" She asked slowly, trying not to make things worse.

"ING ANSWER MY QUESTIONS!" Yoona took two steps forward.

"Whoa! Calm down, calm down, I- I'm not your enemy, ok? I have no intentions of hurting you." The stranger said, raising her hands demonstrating she didn't mean to attack.

"Really?" Yoona asked, ironically. "Your machete doesn't match your words." She eyed the stranger's weapon.

"No one walks around without something like this nowadays. I am defending myself. And who says YOU are not my enemy?"

"You don't know me, and I don't know you. How can we trust each other? How do I know if you're not one of them?"

"Oh. You got to the point where I wanted to get. If I was one of them, don't you think that by now you'd be, to say the least, bleeding and begging to stay alive?"

Yoona kept silent for a moment, analyzing the possible meanings of the stranger's speech.

"Put down your weapon." Yoona ordered. "Wh-" "PUT IT DOWN IF YOU'RE TELLING THE TRUTH OR I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET IT!"

Her order was obeyed. "Your turn", the stranger said. "Fair enough", Yoona did as well.