As the storm raged with a fury unmatched, two shadowy figures moved with purpose along the darkened path, their every step a calculated dance. The wind screamed through the night like a banshee’s wail, slicing through the pitch-black void, while the biting cold lashed out with merciless precision, biting savagely at any exposed skin. Their eyes darted with wary precision, seeking the faintest hint of danger lurking in the impenetrable darkness. The ominous whisper of unseen threats grew louder with every step. They reach their intended destination— a solitary forgotten payphone at the edge of a once-bustling beach, a haven for visiting sunbathers basking in daylight stretching out for hundreds of yards now eerily silent, abandoned to the night.