As the sun goes down over the quiet, dusty town of Millfield, an unsettling feeling lingers in the air. The townsfolk can't shake off the sense that something just isn't right. It's been weeks since anyone has seen or heard from local farmer Jack Thompson and his family.
The sun had set hours ago, and the moon provided the only light in the small village. The streets were empty, except for a young girl walking with purpose. She wore a long coat that brushed against her ankles as she walked, a hood covering her face. In her hand was a small wooden box, intricately carved with symbols that seemed to glow faintly in the pale moonlight.
As the sun set over the small, dusty town of Millfield, Indiana, a strange energy pulsed through the air. Sixteen-year-old Mia had never felt anything quite like it before. She sat on her porch swing, lazily sipping sweet tea and watching as neighbors went about their business. But something was different tonight.
The sun was setting on the rolling hills of the countryside, casting a warm golden glow across the fields. In the distance stood an old farmhouse, its roof weathered with age and its paint chipped away by years of wind and rain. It had sat abandoned for decades, forgotten by all except for one person - 14-year-old Emma.
The sun was setting behind the mountains as Sarah scrambled up the rocky terrain, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps. She had been running for hours now, her heart pounding in her chest with each step she took. The only thought that kept her going was that she had to get away – far away from the danger that lurked behind her. She knew they wouldn't give up easily; they were ruthless and would stop at nothing to capture her again.
