Chapitre 40: Arlo?

Han sat there in the torn cabin as darkness surrounded him. He glanced out the window hearing sounds of the rain pattering on the ground. Expressionlessly Han focused back on the hay laid around the cabin. He exhaled relieved relaxing on a pile of hay. But the next second he panicked hearing aggressive knocks on the door.

**Knock**Knock**

Han hurriedly searched several hay piles to find an item. The second the old wooden door was broken down from the aggressive knocks, he hid an item in his pocket. Before he could move, a force pushed him down to the floor.

Present time, Han's Bedroom.

Han gasped heavily as he woke up. He swallowed and found his arms and forehead sweating. His heart, beat faster each second, as he tried to remember his horrifying dream. He tried to calm himself down before he hyperventilated.