The driver was driving silently, staying close to the center of the road. On the passenger seat, an old dog was dozing, its head occasionally twitching in its sleep. There was a certain tranquility to the moment, the kind that often precedes something unexpected. The surrounding forest was dense and shadowy, the trees standing like silent sentinels on either side of the remote country road.
Then, when nothing seemed out of the ordinary, a car appeared ahead. It was a nondescript sedan, its headlights barely cutting through the dim evening light.
