Secrets in the Dust

The family set off during daylight for safety. Mr. Johnson took charge, saying, “We stick together; no one strays off.” Emma clung to Nyx, feeling safer with him close. “We need to be cautious,” Alex warned, “who knows what we’ll find?” Excitement mixed with dread as they reached the warehouse.

Inside, they discovered old tags on the walls and piles of discarded materials. Nyx’s behavior shifted; he sniffed around, alert as ever. “These things have been here for years,” Mr. Johnson said, examining a tag. Alex poked through a pile, “Nothing useful.” The eerie light from broken windows cast unsettling shadows as they pushed on, hoping for a clue.