There seems nothing more trustworthy than a well-known and well-lit road. The two roads to get from town to my home varied greatly; one was a familiar scene with dwindling forest on one side and warm homes on the other, while the second road was a direct cut through said forest’s dense core. It was a terrifying passage that few dared to enter regardless of company. The ever-present danger was mostly due to the fact that the road itself and the land around it were owned by a particularly wealthy family who never dared let their dark sanctuary for thieves and predators be cut down or even trimmed, despite the fact that they we