The two moved quietly through the narrow streets, their footsteps muffled by the soft dirt path that seemed to absorb the faint sounds of movement. The village was enveloped in an eerie silence, the kind that pressed against your ears and amplified every creak of wood, every rustle of leaves into something unnaturally loud. The air hung heavy with a damp chill, carrying the faint tang of soil and decay that clung to the stillness of the night.