The group huddled behind a stack of old crates on the creaking pier, the salty breeze carrying the sound of distant, guttural growls. Shadows of the Hollows moved closer, their sharp claws scraping against the wood, searching for the peculiar children. Everyone held their breath, trying to remain as still as possible, but they knew time was running out.

Jacob glanced at Millard, his voice hushed but urgent. “Millard, there’s something I need you to do first.”

Without question Millard sighs and takes off his hat. “Alright.”

His other hand moves to the collar of his shirt and unbuttons it. “I know.”

Your eyes slightly widened. You quickly looked around, getting shy, as if you could see a single thing.