Then the trees opened, just enough. A cabin sat tucked into the clearing, its windows dark, its porch steps worn. It looked like it didn't want to be found.

Two small figures came barreling out. Fast. Unsteady. Laughing.

Silence hit the group all at once.

One of the boys clung to König's leg. The other reached up insistently until König lifted him without a word, settling him easily against his side.

Ghost's head tilted slightly, gaze shifting past them. To the doorway.

Y/n stood there, framed by the warm light spilling from inside.

Price followed his line of sight, something in his expression tightening.