This is a continuation of Part 1, please read it before you start.

Hear I am, in Agatha forest, running to save a woman I've never even had the courage to approach. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I mean the situation is pretty serious. Usually, I'd put on a brave face and laugh it off, but that's not going to work this time.
The trees are howling. rustling as the wind grows stronger. My lungs are burning, legs going numb. It feels like I've been running for hours. The forest is growing with fog and it's getting harder to see. The screams are getting...