The night was thick with shadows, and the air hung heavy with anticipation as Corbin and his five friends crouched in the darkness alongside Sylvia. The moon barely pierced through the dense clouds, casting an eerie glow on the lake's still waters.
The group's hushed whispers echoed in the silence as they observed the two mysterious silhouettes emerging from the depths of the night.
Silvia tightened her grip on Corbin's arm, her breath catching as the figures approached the shore. Their faces hidden in the dim light, the men spoke in low, conspiratorial tones that carried over the water.
"Why did you call me so urgently?"
Corbin's brows furrowed as he heard that voice. It felt familiar, yet he couldn't recognise who was there.
"We have a problem here."
That voice... it was more familiar than the other one.
"I think we can get exposed."
"What? But how?" The man panicked.
