When the trio appeared, they were on an empty road that stretched through a deserted town…
The skies were drenched in perpetual darkness, no light could be seen whatsoever—no stars, no moon, no distant glow of any kind, only an absolute, suffocating black that pressed down like a physical weight.
The buildings lining the road were all boarded up or destroyed windows shattered into jagged teeth, doors hanging off hinges, walls cracked and crumbling as if time itself had abandoned the place long ago.
Any sign of life here seemed nonexistent; the silence was so complete it felt alive, broken only by the occasional faint creak of settling wood or the soft rustle of dead leaves skittering across cracked pavement.
Sylvie looked around with furrowed brows, her reddish-pink eyes narrowing as she took in the desolation.
