The rusted gates of the Blackwood Mansion groaned in protest as Leo, the self-proclaimed leader, pushed them open. Behind him, Maya, the tech whiz, fiddled with a device that resembled a bulky wristwatch, its screen flickering with an array of colors. Sam, the quiet observer, trailed behind, his large eyes absorbing every detail of the overgrown path leading to the looming, shadowed edifice.
