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

That's all you had. The evidence of their struggle against the man who took them. You've been searching furiously, hoping and praying to the universe that you're not too late.

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

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

what do I do? you think to yourself. You found them. They dug their heels into the gravel, as evidence for you to unravel. And now you're here, watching as a man tries to bury them.