The dark forest is eerily quiet as the thick fog rolls in. As they continue forward, the fog becomes as thick as a blanket. The trees dead silent, not a sound to be heard. They keep going into the denser forest, the fog swallowing them up. They were never seen again. Sometimes, their voice echoes in the darkness, attempting to lure someone else into the quiet, dark, and dense forest.
45% of a 180 is 81
45%*180=81
Suspense. It's not Gothic lit without suspense.
