Nikolas led the way to the cabin, his movements were quick and efficient.
The air was filled with the scent of pine and damp earth, the dense forest around them casting long shadows that seemed to close in from all sides.
The path to the cabin was narrow, barely visible in the low light filtering through the canopy of trees overhead.
Each step felt weighted, as if the muddy ground beneath their feet was trying to pull them into the darkness.
As they approached the weathered wooden structure, Nikolas's senses were on high alert. His eyes scanned the surroundings, every sound heightened in the eerie stillness. The cabin stood alone, isolated in the heart of the forest, its presence almost unnatural in the midst of such dense wilderness.
The windows were dark, reflecting nothing but the darkness of the night.
Nikolas stopped a few feet from the door and raised his hand, signaling for Eliza to stay back.
