When all traces must be erased…
It was late in the evening. A single car was speeding along the deserted, winding road. Fog surrounded them, growing increasingly dense—much like the atmosphere inside the car. Abby had something important to tell Ben, but they kept arguing; distracted, they missed the turn they were supposed to take. As she drove through the impenetrable fog, Abby’s tension mounted, yet she decided to speak to Ben—when suddenly, a figure emerged from the mist, standing directly in the path of the car…
