Corbin's carriage moved forward at a steady pace. He was not fast, but not slow either. The only source of light was the dim glow of the lanterns attached to the sides of the carriage. The clattering of the horse's hooves against the uneven cobblestones created an eerie rhythm that echoed in the quiet of the night.
As they made their way through the desolate countryside, an unexplainable sense of unease began to settle over them. Sylvia clutched her coat tightly around her, shivering despite the layers of clothing. Corbin, who has been guiding the horse with steady reins, suddenly tensed up, feeling a strange presence in the air.
Corbin abruptly pulled the reins, bringing the carriage to a sudden halt. Sylvia was thrown forward, but she managed to hold onto the carriage, balancing and saving herself from the fall.
Her heart lurched in her chest at the sudden halt, but she soon got a hold of herself.
