(Make sure you've read the previous chapter first! I was an angel today and decided to double update!)            "Hwayoung."          The girl turned to face the voice, frowning her eyes in the dim forest light to see who was calling her. The dappled light of the sun in between the leaves created golden beams that illuminated the notes of dust that floated around her to create a surreal feeling. A figure stood in between two large trunks, but was hooded in shadow.          "Who's there?" Hwayoung called towards the silhouette.          "Hwayoung," the voice called again. "Hwayoung."          Unnerved, she backed up against the cold, grey tree behind her. The voice was so achingly familiar, and it rang in her ears with a sad note.          "Show yourself," Hwayoung called to the trees. "Who are you? How do you know my name?"          The shadowed figure took slow steps forward, their feet crushing the frozen leaves on the forest floor. Each step took an eternity for Hwayoung, but the light coming from between the trees slowly revealed the body of the voice.          "Jongin," her voice came as a gasp.          He looked healthier- his skin was golden in the light instead of the sickly blue he had been in the clearing, and his features were painted with bold onto his face. His eyes glittered black as they met hers, his hair brushing his forehead and ruffling in the wind that blew through the trees.          "What are you doing here?" Hwayoung called to him, striding forward to grasp his elbows, her hands traveling down his arms in examination.          "It's not safe," was all the boy said, his eyes still trained on her.          "I know," she replied. "If they find you, the others will kill you."          "No," the boy repeated, his voice dripping with meaning. "It's not safe."          Hwayoung stopped and looked upwards at him with questioning eyes. "I know. You can't be here. You'll get hurt."          Jongin pulled away from her, an unreadable look in his eyes before he looked up at the sky that had grown dark without her noticing. "It's getting late."          Hwayoung looked up at the sky, frowning at the sudden change, confused as to how she hadn't noticed. The girl looked back down to Jongin only to find the boy gone.          "Jongin," she called, her voice echoing eerily. "Jongin?"          "Jongin isn't here right now," said a familiar voice to her left.          Beside Hwayoung stood no one other than her sister. The older girl stood covered in crimson, her dress in tatters. Ice had frozen in her strands of hair. Minji's skin was a shocking shade of blue, fading to a purple around her once-scarlet mouth, and in their sockets, her sister's eyes were two rotting holes.           Hwayoung screamed.              Hwayoung woke in a cold sweat, her breath coming in gasps, puffing in a fog around her head. For a second she lay flat on her back in the darkness, the image of her sister's rotting face clear in her mind.           Shaking herself, Hwayoung sat up on her straw-stuffed mattress. Voices came to her ears from outside, and the skinny girl drew herself up and descended from her loft to see torchlight passing through the huts. People were gathering in front of the menacing wooden gates, looming in the dark.          Frowning in confusion, Hwayoung grabbed her boots and her furs before leaving the hut, shivering through her wraps; Hwayoung still wore her thin nightdress. As the girl drew closer