"Do you think that statue is inside the factory? I feel something weird about it."
Dylan started the conversation while they sat around a dinner table that somehow felt colder than the snow outside.
The sandwiches were stiff from the temperature, and the air felt heavier with every breath they took.
"Didn't I tell you not to talk?" Matthew raised a brow and paused mid-chew.
"Yeah, well, order me something useful next time," Dylan muttered. "Because telling me to shut up? Not happening."
His eyes flicked toward the window, the curtain barely swaying as if something on the other side brushed past it.
The only sounds were the ticking of the clock and the faint wind pressing against the wooden walls.
"I think we should barricade the door," Dylan continued, his voice a bit shaky. "Just in case something tries to barge in and eat our flesh."
"I never knew you were a scaredy cat, Dylan," Andrew sighed. He turned to Maria. "What did you see?"
