Not long after, Jeremy pulls the car to a stop in front of a house. It's modest in appearance, not too fancy, but not run-down either.
A quiet, solid kind of place. From the road they've taken to get here, Axel realizes he hasn't seen any other houses nearby.
The area isn't desolate in the sense of nature.. there are trees, a distant slope of hills, and gravel crunching beneath the tires, but it feels empty in another way. Empty of people. Deserted, in a way that makes the silence outside feel heavier.
Jeremy doesn't wait. The moment the engine cuts off, he's out of the car, moving quickly toward the entrance of the house.
His movements are urgent but shaky, and as he reaches the door, he fumbles with the keys for a second too long before finally managing to get the right one in. The door swings open with a quiet push.
