You sent for me. Were you aware that my grandson, Levi, is going missing? Saving that boy will not bring our back. We both know that place is evil. Our scars only remind us that the past was real. How is it that you run into the forest when others run away from it? You know what people say about those woods? What happens if they fail to travel too deep into that brush? The white men at Hyde and Ardreeze, we don't want to stage-cut around the land. Your land? I guess we can call it that for now. You will not survive such a journey. I'll survive those woods before. Death never makes the same mistake twice. How did you expect to go in by traveling with? Your compass is useless here. Who are you? It's not the place. For someone who's been here before, I'm sure it'll understand who was the niggas half at this place. You will remember that this land is not belonging to you. Once you're in, there's no getting out. People belong at these woods now.