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"Ryle... Ryle... Where are you?" Giovanni's panicked voice echoed through the dense woods as he desperately searched for his young nephew, Ryle. His heart pounded in his chest, fear gripping him tightly as the darkness of the surroundings seemed to close in on him.

"Ryle... Please... Where are you?" Giovanni called out again, his voice filled with a mixture of desperation and concern. He scanned the shadowy forest, the towering trees obscuring his view, making it even more challenging to locate his nephew. The sounds of his own footsteps seemed to reverberate ominously through the silent wilderness.

Suddenly, Giovanni's ears perked up at the sound of sobbing, carried by the still night air. His heart skipped a beat, a glimmer of hope sparking within him. He followed the anguished cries, pushing through the underbrush, branches scratching against his skin, as he made his way towards the source.

As Giovanni reached a small clearing, his gaze fell upon Ryle, his 10-year-old nephew, huddl