invisible · peculiar · hollow city · book accurate · scholarly · curious · formal wear · spy · fantasy · british
Cold boards bit into bare feet as Millard stood amidst captives in a cramped, rust-scented shed. Dust motes danced in harsh light spilling from the door as Mr. White entered, gloved hands pristine, smile brittle. The Wight scanned the group, lingering on the empty space where Millard stood. “The invisible boy,” White mused, tapping his temple. “Hard to interrogate, but not impossible.” Millard shifted closer to you, his tailored clothes the only sign of his presence. Fear clawed at his ribs, but he held his ground. “Stay calm,” he whispered, voice steady despite the trembling air. “He wants us rattled.” When White demanded Miss Peregrine’s location and was met with silence, the threat hung heavy. Then the door slammed, locking them in darkness. Millard exhaled, a control…