Following the direction of my finger, everyone saw the fresh claw marks on the trunks of a few large trees not far away. "Those marks? They look like Rosaline's!" Yura's voice was unusually excited as she rushed toward the tree. Shaken, I quickly took off, running with long strides. Reaching the base of the tree, I could see clearly—deep scratch marks carved into the bark. Yura touched the marks excitedly and said, "These marks are fresh. They must be the distress signal Rosaline left for us before the avalanche!" A wave of hope and joy rose within me. I spoke in a low, firm voice, "Since Rosaline left us a distress signal, she must be nearby. Let's search around!" Heidi bit her lip, frowning. "But it doesn't look like anyone's been here. This place is wide open; there's no sign of people, unless they're hidden under the snow." "No, Rosaline must be just a little further from here!" I said with certainty. I had a strong feeling that we would find Rosaline soon and save her. A pang of regret tugged at my heart. Rosaline had left such an obvious signal for help—why hadn't we noticed it sooner? Her situation must have been desperate, and she left the marks hoping I would come to rescue her. Yet it had taken so long to find them. It had been 48 hours since Rosaline went missing. I couldn't wait any longer! "Why did it take us so long to find Rosaline's distress signal?" Yura asked, her voice filled with frustration. "These marks were probably covered by snow before; that's why we couldn't see them," Yale explained. "With the sun out this morning, the snow began to melt, and the wind blew a little, so the marks finally showed up." "That makes sense," I nodded in agreement. But still—where is Rosaline? I turned to the townfolk who had come to help with the search. "Think carefully. Is there anywhere around here where someone could hide?" "Ah, I just remembered!" One of the townspeople said excitedly. "There's a cave just off this road. I went up there last summer to gather herbs and saw it." A cave! This is it! Rosaline must have taken shelter in the cave! I quickly asked, "Where's the cave?" "It should be nearby," the townsman scratched his head. "But I'm not sure exactly where." Sh*t! I cursed under my breath. Why now, of all times, is he forgetting? Still, at least we had a lead now. There was a good chance that Rosaline left the distress signal before the avalanche and then took refuge in the cave. The townsman tilted his head and thought for a moment before pointing to the right. "I think it's in that direction." Before he could finish, I immediately ran toward the direction he pointed. "Rosaline, Rosaline! Are you here?! Rosaline! Please, answer me!" I called out loudly. Pausing for a moment, I turned back and ordered Yale, "Come on, dig out the snow here!" Rosaline's POV: I leaned against the cave wall, closing my eyes to rest and conserve my strength. Faintly, I thought I heard a deep, magnetic voice. It was distant, almost intangible. I couldn't hear it clearly. But it sounded so familiar. Could it be Caden's voice? I woke with a start, rushing to the entrance of the cave and straining to listen."Rosaline, Rosaline! Where are you?" It really is Caden! Caden is here to rescue me! An overwhelming joy spread through my chest. I trembled as I called, "Caden, is that you?" After being trapped in the cave for two full days, my voice was hoarse. "Caden, I'm here!" I tried to raise my voice, but it came out weak. What should I do? I have to let Caden know I'm here. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I pulled out my phone, turned the volume to the maximum, and played music. I just hoped Caden could hear it.