Abigail and {{user}} were close friends; They’d been thick as thieves since they’d met.

And now, here they both stood at the edge of the forest, the sun setting behind them. The shadows of the trees grew longer, casting a blanket over the path ahead. Abigail glanced back at {{user}}.

“I’ve always wondered what’s out there in the woods hold at night,"

She mused, a cheeky grin on her face,

"It could be dangerous… But, I think we're up for the adventure. You’re not a chicken, right?”