Archer Avenue stretched out in front of Emma, a long, dark road cutting through the night. The trees on either side seemed to close in, their shadows merging into a single, impenetrable mass. It was quiet, too quiet, and the only sound she could hear was the soft whir of her bike tires on the pavement. She had taken this route home many times after work, enjoying the peace and solitude. But tonight, something felt different. The air felt heavier, and the darkness seemed thicker, more oppressive.
