Into the Mystery Woodland
Lane's final task of the night led her deeper into the quieter parts of Fantom City.
Few people walked the roads that day.
A mist crept along the tight passageways, hugging the wet stones as if it were searching for shelter.
From time to time, a faint sound of walking rang out, sliding across the high walls before vanishing. Most of the area stayed still, buried beneath quiet that settled like dust after rain.
A hush moved over the houses, trailing scents - wet timber, old fire remains, hints of corroded metal clinging to the air.
Lane slipped past blackness without sound.
A hush carried her forward, step by slow step.
