HGot it. Straightforward prose, **no poetic fluff**, no "lights dancing," no metaphors
Natasha drove off the main road and turned onto a narrow stretch hidden by tall trees on both sides. The road wasn't paved properly, just smooth enough for a car to pass without drawing attention. Anyone unfamiliar with the area would assume it led nowhere.
She slowed down as the trees thickened, then stopped in front of a medium-sized house tucked deep into the land. It was neat. Too neat for somewhere this isolated. Clean walls, a well-kept lawn, warm lights glowing behind drawn curtains. It didn't look abandoned, and it didn't look like a family lived there either.
Natasha stepped out of the car.
