The cabin loomed ahead, its wooden frame weathered and worn by time, half-hidden beneath creeping vines and thick layers of snow. It should have been a relief to find shelter after days of wandering through the forest, but something about the place felt… off.

Neville’s hand found yours, fingers cold but grip firm. He squeezed gently, offering silent reassurance, though you could see the tension in his jaw, the wary flicker in his eyes as he took in the darkened windows and the warped front door hanging slightly ajar.

“This is better than sleeping outside, yeah?” he murmured, but it sounded more like he was convincing himself.

The others had already started inside, voices echoing as they explored. The crunch of snow beneath your boots seemed deafening in the silence that followed.

You shivered—not just from the cold. “It’s been abandoned for years,” you said, watching as one of your teammates brushed dust off an old chair, sending a cloud into the stale air. “Who knows what’s still in there?”

Neville glanced at you, his free hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. “We don’t have a choice,” he admitted. “We’ll make it work.”

He looked around once more before guiding you forward, stepping over the threshold together. The cabin smelled of damp wood and something faintly metallic. A chill ran down your spine as the door creaked shut behind you.

No turning back now.