Street: The Mist-Shrouded Crossroads

Description

At this eerie junction, the asphalt splits in four distinct directions, yet the visibility collapses to mere paces. The fog hovering here feels entirely wrong: stiflingly warm, dense, and soaked with the stench of smoldering ash and rot. As you wade through the pale void, disembodied voices of your loved ones echo out, calling your name. Abandoned cars sit paralyzed in the center of the road, several crushed as if squeezed by an invisible force. Whispers claim that fog-dwellers hunt within the haze—creatures that track body heat and move without making a single sound.