An old, rusting metal sign stands crookedly at the crossroads, its once vibrant colors now faded and peeling under years of harsh sun and relentless rain. The words "Deserted Grounds" are scrawled across it in bold, weather-beaten lettering, accompanied by jagged edges and bullet holes that hint at past violence. Wild vines and thick moss creep over its surface, partially obscuring the grim warning. Nearby, tattered remnants of caution tape flutter weakly in the breeze, adding an eerie sense of desolation to the foreboding landscape beyond.