The drive toward the Witch's Hollow was unnervingly quiet. The car's engine hummed steadily, its rhythm a constant backdrop to the silence that enveloped Alaric and Gilbert. The dense forests on either side of the road seemed to close in around them as they ventured deeper into the unknown, the trees standing like sentinels guarding secrets long forgotten. The air grew colder, a biting chill seeping into the car despite the heat they had turned on to counter the frigid temperatures. Alaric couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him since they had left the Frozen Peaks.