As they emerged from the dense forest, Zion unfolded the old, crinkled map in his hands. The paper felt rough, its edges worn with time.
"This looks ancient…" he thought.
"So, what does it say?" Karina asked, leaning in.
Zion sighed. "No idea. It's in Korean."
Yin and Karina exchanged disappointed looks.
"Ugh…" Karina groaned.
"Our phones are still in our room, by the way," Yin added, rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah, thanks for remembering now," Karina shot back sarcastically before snatching the map from Zion's hands. She studied it closely, her brows furrowing.
"Hmm… This looks like a town or a city. We should head there," she decided.
Zion and Yin nodded, and the trio set off northward.
After over two hours of walking, their feet ached, and exhaustion weighed on them. The thick canopy of trees had thinned out, giving way to an open road.
"Man, we've been walking forever…" Zion muttered, stretching his sore arms.
