Naira offered to help him.
"I know these hills better than anyone," she said. "And if you're looking for answers… you'll need a guide."
Ayan hesitated. Trusting a stranger wasn't wise. But something in her eyes felt honest.
Or maybe he just didn't want to walk this path alone.
As they began their journey deeper into the hills, Ayan realized one thing—
Naira was not ordinary.
She knew hidden paths no map showed. She could sense danger before it appeared. And sometimes, she would go silent, staring into the distance like she was remembering something painful.
"Who are you really?" Ayan asked one evening.
Naira looked at the sunset.
"Someone who's been waiting for you."