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The air here was different than the countryside that led up to the slopes of Black Forest. The trees that were full and lively with colors in the cool Fall breeze only a few miles back are now almost completely barren in this area. The further the noisy buggy got along this desolate and winding dirt road the more dead the landscape became. The trees became more densely populated and were twisted and angled in their growths in an almost unnatural way, as if under the stiff soil their roots pushed at each other until they all lay withered and rotting. Branches cracked and snapped off occasionally in the strong winds that picked up, bringing a cold rain with it. The government vehicle Dr Anna Volgt had been picked up in was sufficiently providing ample coverage for such weather.
The driver was a steel eyed middle aged man with a rather scruffy mustache that seems overgrown due to negligence rather than in an attempt at being stylish. His swollen oversized nose takes in a whiff of air in what has to be the loudest sniffle in mankind's history. Mr. Feinr, as he introduced himself earlier, was not a very important government official but rather he simply worked for one, his sole job being to transport Dr Anna here to the institute and return for his payment before being released from his contract. It was a rather odd situation to be sure but one the man was happy to endure for the amount of money they had offered him for the job.
The man's eyebrows shoot up as he speaks to his passenger in the back seat "Look! It's already snowing in these parts! Don't know why they would want to build anything up here on the mountain... With the chill, wildlife, and whatever else is out here I would most certainly avoid being somewhere like this... I'd much rather be down near the town and them spas!" He lets out a hearty laugh and seems to be trying to strike up a conversation with the doctor to pass the time. Though he has a good point... Most of this region is perfectly hospitable and habitable. There being several old farmlands, sparse countryside hotels, and the city of Baden-Baden to the southwest mainly for tourism. Yet the institute was built as far up in the mountains as possible far away from everything and buried deep in a place that not even lumberjacks had begun to harvest. It was quite obvious that it was intentionally hidden, this fact being more probable considering Anna had never heard of it before