I'm Worried

"Hey, look over there! Isn't that a supply box?"

At this hour of the night, the visibility of the Suicide Forest was extremely low. The temperature was so chilling that it made one's teeth chatter relentlessly, and the ground became all the more slippery due to the high humidity. It was unknown when, but thin fog began to permeate the air, shrouding the silent woods in a haunting and eerie atmosphere which was exacerbated by the strips of white cloth swaying gently from tree branches. 

The whole scene was akin to paradise for horror lovers and conversely, an utter nightmare for the faint-hearted. 

Under such unfavorable circumstances, it was extremely easy to miss the dark-colored supply boxes if you didn't pay enough attention.