You push through the underbrush and return to the small clearing. Something feels different. The air is not as cold as it was before, and the frost covering the area has begun to thaw, leaving small puddles on the ground. A child now sits in one of the empty chairs at the table with their knees pulled tightly to their chest by frail arms. You address the child, but get no response. Their blank stare fixed straight ahead.

"They have seen things no child should see," Lina tells you.

Six chairs for six children… the words echo in your mind. Now only five empty chairs remain. You go to the table. Perhaps something has changed there as well.