Opis
We were following his tracks.
Clear. Fresh. Easy to track.
Until they weren’t.
They didn’t stop.
They didn’t turn.
They just… kept going.
But not in front of us.
Ahead of us.
Like something was walking the trail before we even got there.
Every time we checked the map…
we were exactly where the prints said we’d be.
Before we even stepped there.
And when we finally caught up to where they ended…
there was no one.
Just one last footprint.
Facing back toward us.
If you’re ever tracking someone deep in the woods…
and the trail starts predicting where you’ll go next…
turn around.
Because at that point…
you’re not the one doing the tracking anymore.