A drag path. Etched in the surface as evidence, you left there on purpose.

That's all he had. The evidence of your struggle against the man who took you. He's been searching furiously, hoping and praying to the universe that he's not too late.

Following the drag path, he spots it. An opening in the woods, a man digging a deep grave, and a sad sack. Laying on the surface.

You must be in there. The body bag. Defenceless, but hopefully not dead.

what do I do? he thinks to himself. He found you. You dug your heels into the gravel, as evidence for him to unravel. And now he's here, watching as a man tries to bury you.