C118 The Final Piece

The pier was shrouded in mist when they arrived.

Isabella stood at the railing, Damien beside her, Sebastian hidden behind a cluster of fishing shacks. The fog rolled in from the ocean, thick and gray, swallowing the world beyond the wooden planks. Somewhere in the distance, a foghorn moaned.

She hated this place. Hated the secrets it held, the ghosts that lingered