In the distance, standing on a jagged ridge where no trail existed, was a figure. It was thin, tall, and dressed in a light grey hoodie, standing perfectly still against the greenery.
Kim felt a chill. The terrain in that area was notoriously dangerous, nearly vertical. There was no reason for anyone to be standing there, especially not in such a casual manner.
She quickly looked through her phone and found the photo her cousin Dave had taken at the exact same spot just weeks earlier. Her hands began to shake as she zoomed in.
The figure was there, too. Same grey hoodie. Same motionless posture. It was as if this person hadn’t moved for a month.
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