The drive to the mountain was accompanied by silence. The only sound during the drive was the loud, revving engine, a sharp break in the car's tense quiet.
Ethan's knuckles were white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel; unease was slowly pooling in his stomach.
The mountain's silhouette came into view, but it was hidden by the thick, gloomy mist surrounding it, which made the uneasy feeling in Ethan's stomach worsen.
The mist feels wrong; any normal person wouldn't notice that the mist wasn't drifting at all, as if it were trying to hide something from his sight.
Ethan reached for his phone, unlocking it with a swift, practiced swipe. Opening the contacts list, his eyes searched for a specific name with keen intent and stopped as his thumb hovered over Mr. Crow's contact. The faint glow of the screen spilled across his finger.
He hesitated, eyes darting to the road and his phone's screen before he finally shook off his hesitation. He tapped Mr Crows's name as it flickered to life.
Lifting the device to his ear while his other hand grip the steering wheel, index finger drumming against it restlessly as he waited for Mr Crows to pick up the call.
But it was cut off by the static sound from his phone. Frustated, Ethan tossed it to the seat beside him. The distortion were close, messing up signals when near. He should have know better.
Whatever happened in that village, it wasn't good. He feel something in his guts, telling him to turn back before something happen and he will not be able to turn back.