خوانندهٔ خون

Aforest surrounds my small village. We have always been told never to enter, under any circumstance. The village has everything we could ever need.Ever since I turned eighteen something deep within the forest called to me, drawing me in. One night I just couldn’t resist any longer. I slipped out of bed, still in my nightclothes. I snuck out of the group home and walked into the forest. I could felt the crunch of leaves under my bare feet.