Chapter 1 – Arrival
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The signal disappeared ten minutes after they crossed the provincial border.
At first, Mara thought it was just her phone lagging. She refreshed the screen once, then twice, watching the bars drop to nothing. No service. No data. Just a blank icon where connection used to be.
“Dead zone already?” Lucas said from the seat behind her, lifting his phone and chuckling. “Guess the province doesn’t care about us.”
Mara didn’t answer. The quiet had arrived too suddenly.
The road narrowed as the bus moved deeper into the province, trees pressing in on both sides as if they had been growing toward the asphalt for years. Wooden houses appeared now and then, spaced far apart, their windows dark despite the late afternoon light. No people stood outside. No children played. No one watched them arrive.
At least, that’s what it felt like.
“This place feels… off,” Eliza murmured, her voice barely louder than the hum of the engine.
Nina glanced up from her book. “It’s just quiet. We’re not used to it.”
Professor Adrian Cole sat near the front, posture relaxed, hands folded neatly on his lap. He turned slightly and smiled. “Silence unsettles people who spend too much time connected,” he said calmly. “You’ll adjust.”
Mara watched him as he faced forward again. His tone was gentle, reassuring—yet something about it felt rehearsed, like a line delivered many times before.
They arrived just before sunset.
The guesthouse stood alone at the edge of the province, an aging structure surrounded by trees and mist. Its paint had faded to a dull gray, and the porch light flickered weakly, casting shadows that stretched too long across the ground.
No one came out to greet them.
“Are we sure this place is open?” Daniel asked, adjusting the strap of his backpack.
“It’s been arranged,” Professor Cole replied. “Everything you need is inside.”
The door creaked as they entered. The air smelled faintly of dust and damp wood, like a place that had been closed for too long and opened only recently. The rooms were simple but clean—almost unnaturally so, as if someone had prepared them and then vanished before the guests arrived.
Mara dropped her bag onto one of the beds and glanced at the digital clock mounted above the doorway.
11:47 PM.
Her brow furrowed. “That can’t be right.”
Lucas laughed. “Already broken? Great start.”
“It’s barely six,” Mara said, still staring at the numbers.
Professor Cole stepped into the room behind them. “Old clock,” he said casually. “I’ll have it fixed tomorrow.”
Still, Mara felt a chill settle in her chest.
That night, the province grew unnaturally quiet.
No insects. No distant traffic. No wind strong enough to move the trees outside their windows. Just a heavy stillness that pressed against the walls of the guesthouse.
Mara lay awake, listening.
She checked her phone again. No signal.
Across the room, the clock flickered once.
11:47 PM.
A sound echoed softly down the hallway—footsteps, slow and deliberate.
Then a door opened.
And silence swallowed the noise whole.
Mara held her breath, unaware that this was the last moment before everything began to disappear.
Mara didn’t sleep.
She lay still, eyes fixed on the faint outline of the ceiling, listening to the silence press in from all sides. The guesthouse felt sealed off from the world, as if the province itself had closed its doors behind them.
Another sound drifted through the hallway.
Not footsteps this time.
A soft scrape—wood against wood—followed by a pause that stretched too long.
“Mara?” Eliza whispered from the bed across the room. “Are you awake?”
“Yes,” Mara replied quietly.
“Did you hear that?”
Before Mara could answer, the sound stopped.
They waited. Ten seconds. Twenty.
Nothing.
“Probably the house settling,” Mara said, though she didn’t believe it.
Eliza turned toward the wall, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “This place makes my skin crawl.”
Across the hall, a door opened.
Mara sat up.
She glanced at the clock again.
11:47 PM.
Her stomach tightened.
She slipped out of bed and stepped into the hallway. The lights were dim, casting long shadows that distorted the narrow space. Daniel’s door was open, his room empty.
“Daniel?” she called softly.
No answer.
Lucas appeared from the opposite end of the hall, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?”
“Daniel’s not in his room,” Mara said.
“That’s not funny,” Lucas muttered, stepping inside Daniel’s room. His bag was still there. His shoes neatly placed by the bed. His phone lay on the desk, screen dark.
Nina joined them, her calm expression slipping as she took in the scene. “Maybe he went outside?”
“At this hour?” Eliza asked.
They moved together down the hallway, checking the common room, the kitchen, the porch. The front door stood slightly ajar, the night air cold and heavy.
Outside, the province was silent.
No footprints disturbed the dirt path. No voices answered when they called Daniel’s name. Even the trees seemed frozen, branches unmoving despite the faint breeze they could feel against their skin.
“This isn’t normal,” Mara said.
Professor Cole’s voice cut through the tension. “What’s going on?”
They turned to see him standing at the end of the porch, perfectly composed.
“Daniel’s gone,” Lucas said sharply. “He was just here.”
Professor Cole glanced at his watch, then toward the dark road leading away from the guesthouse. “Perhaps he went for a walk. Some people struggle to sleep in unfamiliar places.”
“At almost midnight?” Eliza snapped.
Professor Cole met her gaze calmly. “People behave unpredictably under stress.”
Mara watched him closely.
Not once did he look surprised.
They searched until the sky began to pale with early morning light.
Daniel never returned.
By dawn, exhaustion settled over them like a weight. No one spoke as they gathered in the common room, eyes hollow, fear sitting unspoken between them.
“This is a police matter,” Nina said finally. “We should report it.”
“There’s no signal,” Lucas reminded her.
Professor Cole stepped forward. “We’ll head back once the sun is fully up. Panic won’t help anyone.”
Mara’s phone vibrated suddenly in her hand.
Her breath caught.
One bar of signal flickered on the screen—then vanished.
But not before a notification appeared.
Missed Call: Daniel
Time: 11:47 PM
Mara stared at the screen, heart pounding.
Daniel’s phone was still on his desk.
She looked up slowly, meeting Professor Cole’s eyes across the room.
For the first time since they arrived, his expression changed—just for a moment.
Not fear.
Recognition.
And in that instant, Mara understood something terrible.
Daniel hadn’t wandered off.
He had been taken.
Right on time.
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