The Music Box

The bus drops you off at the edge of a dense, silent forest. Tall, bare trees loom over a narrow path that disappears into the darkness, leading towards the location Nick sent you.
The air is still and cold. No birds sing, no cars pass, not even the rustle of leaves from wind breaks the oppressive silence.
Following the path, you soon come across old, rusted fences, broken and torn in places. Trash is scattered everywhere – broken appliances, beds, things you don't want to look at. As you step forward, a faint, tinny melody sounds under your shoe. You lift your foot to see an old music box lying in the dirt.
Ignoring the ominous signs warning 'don't come in! Own risk!', you take a deep breath and continue towards the massive, abandoned iron gate of the prison.
