Eerie stillness
This wasn’t peaceful quiet. It felt watchful, deliberate, like the hush before something sharp. Emily’s instincts screamed this wasn’t natural—it was purposeful, like the island wanted them gone.
She gripped her bag tighter, glancing at Jake. Their eyes met. They both knew it: they were walking straight into something unknown, with no way of turning back.
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