The rainforest fog thickened, obscuring their vision. It felt as if paths existed everywhere and nowhere at once. Dexter held Myra's hand tightly as they wandered in circles, finally realizing they were lost. A cold sweat broke out on him. In this place, being lost felt like a death sentence.

Myra panicked, grasping the severity of their situation. "We need to go back! What if there are wild animals?"

Dexter led them back the way they had come. They ran, drenched in sweat, only to stop before a tree bearing a familiar scratch mark.

"Darling, we've been here before!" Myra exclaimed.

Dexter saw it too and felt Myra trembling. He tried to reassure her. "I must have remembered the direction incorrectly. Let's try another way."

But no matter which direction they chose, they encountered only thick fog. An eerie silence pressed down on them. Myra shouted for help, but received no answer. They were completely separated from the group, and worse, they had no food.

Dexter blamed himself. "I'm sorry, darling. This is all my fault. I should have kept you close and followed the Carrell family."

Myra shook her head. "Everyone was running for their lives. Even if we had stayed close, we would have still gotten separated in this fog." She forced a smile. "Don't worry. Maybe they'll send someone to look for us. And Kayla is with Pete. She'll definitely come back for us when she realizes we're missing!"

Though Myra tried to smile, her bravado was clearly strained. Dexter patted her back. "Let's find shelter for now. It's not safe here. We have to save ourselves until we either find a way out or someone finds us."

"Alright," Myra nodded.

The couple trudged forward, Dexter using his small knife to carve two marks on tree trunks, leaving a trail. What they didn't notice was a black mass silently approaching from the ground, moving with alarming speed.

Meanwhile, Felicia, Stanley, and the others had been trekking through the rainforest for three hours. Along the way, they spotted cigarette butts, food wrappers, and other trash. Stanley wiped the sweat from his brow and examined the footprints. "Based on the tracks, we're on the right path. The Carrell family and those mercenaries definitely passed through here. But... Mr. Russell didn't."

"How do you know?" Felicia asked.

Stanley grinned, pointing to the footprints. "You can tell by the tread marks. Mr. Russell's gear is identical to ours. I've been watching, and I haven't seen any of our own prints here."

Felicia glanced back and saw he was right. The shoe prints left by Stanley's team were uniform, except for her own.

A subordinate added, "So, are we on the wrong track? If Mr. Russell hasn't been here, should we keep going forward or try another path?"

None of the subordinates who had entered the rainforest with Stephan could be contacted. The one who had escaped to deliver a message was gravely injured and unconscious in critical condition at the hospital. As a result, no one knew which path Stephan had taken or where he was last seen.