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The snowflakes started falling, and Jules had to drive slower to avoid any accidents as we entered the woods. It got colder, and even with the heater on, I could feel the chill seeping in through the windows so I had to roll up the window

As we delved deeper into the woods, the temperature dropped further. I couldn't tell if it was because of the woods themselves or just the winter weather. Maybe it was both.

When we finally reached the house, the tires made a soft sound as the car stopped in front of the building. The porch light was the only source of light, casting a glow around us. I turned to Jules and asked if he wanted to stay or go back to his hotel. I expected him to decline, but he surprised me by saying he'd stay in the car, even though it was freezing.

He insisted he could guard and rest in the car, and if he got too cold, he'd come inside. It seemed like a strange choice, but I didn't argue. Instead, I suggested he at least come in to grab a blanket. He agreed this time,