The fog was grabbable and it wrapped around me like a blanket, but it wasn’t protecting me against the angry thorn bushes I was fighting my way through. I blocked my face as best I could and continued to trudge through the forest of death, my way pathetically illuminated by my headlamp.

Excitment and nervousness peppered my guts as the decimated roof of the infamous abandoned manor came into view. I had to stop myself from squeaking with joy, and continued to stealthily maneuver through the woods towards the structure.