In the dark, crime seemed to blossom like night flowers under the moon over Serendipity. Highwaymen, bandits, thieves... All who needed money and valuables awaited night to strike against the carriages that crossed the roads unguarded. Near the mountains were many importers with goods that would net a thief a bargain. And rich citizens never seemed to heed the warning to not cross unprotected. Hence, the man who would be visiting his daughter had traveled in the darkness.
He wouldn't make his destination.
What would be found on the road instead would be a wreckage. The carriage had been seemingly ransacked, its cargo strewn about in the street. For some reason, all the valuables were still outside of the cart, completely out in the open for anyone to take. Both horses had been slaughtered, but one thing remained deeply off about the whole mess:
There were no human bodies.
Despite the crash, despite being torn apart, there was not a single body in sight. The man had been travelling with three others, and none were left. There was blood on the seats, on the carriage, but other than that it was like the passengers had simply... disappeared.