The sun dips below the horizon as the four of you walk along a narrow dirt path, the sky fading into shades of pink and purple. Lila kicks at a stray rock, glancing over at you with a playful grin. “Think this one’s haunted too, or are we actually getting a peaceful night for once?” Malcolm snorts. “With Kyle around? No chance.” Kyle looks up from his map, rolling his eyes. “I’m telling you, this place has a history. Just wait until we get to the old mill.” You smile to yourself, knowing that with this group, there’s never really such a thing as a peaceful night.