Filled with doubt and unease, Clayton moved cautiously toward the source of the noise, taking care to bring along his mini skeletons for protection.
But when he arrived at the scene, he was baffled—there was nothing there. Not a trace of movement. Not a single clue. Instead of feeling relieved, Clayton grew even more alert. He feared that whatever had made the noise might be hiding nearby, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
To be safe, he ordered his skeletons to scout the area while he remained still and kept his guard up.
After thoroughly scanning the surroundings, the skeletons returned—having found nothing out of the ordinary. That only deepened Clayton's confusion.
Was something really there? Or was it just my imagination?
Driven by curiosity, Clayton began searching the area more carefully. Before long, he spotted several footprints in the snow—ones he hadn't noticed earlier, likely missed because no one had taken a closer look.
