There is a foreboding about this book. It is entitled Do Not Open for a reason and not simply to get you to read it. You then scan the ground and notice that there are scuffmarks as if there was a struggle. The back of the hut has a place where the dirt is flattened but hole points just like the ones following the bike-tire marks go from this point.
You realize that the bike-rider may have opened the book, fought with something, and then was chased out.
You leave the hut but right as you get to the split in the trail you wonder what the book was about……..
**This is where trails are mixed and paths are weaved, Now is the place where a Choice is concieved. **
*Follow the Bike Trail