Dark, misty forest at dusk with tall trees, fallen leaves, a glowing lantern, and faint shadowy figures in the distance.

As the sun set, a chill filled the air, and the forest grew dark. Leaves crunched beneath your feet, and the wind whispered through the trees, making the branches sway. The smell of damp earth mixed with the sharp scent of pine, thickening the air. In the distance, a low moan echoed, and fog curled around your feet, cold and clammy against your skin. Faint light from a distant lantern flickered, casting shadows that danced on the trees, which seemed to watch your every move. A snap behind you made you freeze—but when you turned, there was nothing, only the heavy feeling of being watched. See more