In minutes, the world narrowed. Their lights barely cut through the fog, and the forest became a maze of shifting gray. Samantha strained her eyes, but the shapes ahead refused to stay solid. Unease grew in her gut. If Pablo was around anywhere, they might walk right past him.
The group started stumbling—tripping on roots, slipping in the wet undergrowth. Samantha heard someone cry out in pain. Flashlights jerked in confusion, voices rising in panic. It felt like the woods were swallowing them whole. What began as a mission was unraveling into chaos around her.