Even with Ken's enhanced senses and Danny's vigilant gaze, an uneasy feeling settled upon the group. The fog, thick and cold, seemed to possess an intelligence of its own. The white expanse wasn't just an obstacle; it felt alive, calculating.
Danny halted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you guys feel that? Like we're not alone?"
Johan, trying to shake off the unsettling sensation, responded, "It's more than just the fog. There's... something in it." He tried to peer deeper into the white abyss, but his eyes only met a blank canvas. 'It's as if we're inside a living entity,' he thought, every instinct screaming that they were being observed.
Johan paused suddenly, his head tilted slightly. 'Is that...voices?' he questioned internally. The soft murmurs, like a distant echo, seemed to dance around him, teasing and taunting.
"Did anyone say something?" Johan questioned, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.
