Since that day, Jacob had been returning to the police station regularly, hoping someone would finally listen. But every time, he was met with dismissive glances, half-hearted nods, and polite refusals. To them, he was just another struggling journalist looking for a sensational story. But that wasn’t why he was doing this.
The forest was his home. After his parents’ deaths, it was all he had left of his childhood, the only place where he still felt connected to them. Watching its silence being filled with suffering, was unbearable. He wasn’t chasing a scoop—he was trying to protect what mattered most.