As the sun goes down over the quiet, dusty town of Millfield, an unsettling feeling lingers in the air. The townsfolk can't shake off the sense that something just isn't right. It's been weeks since anyone has seen or heard from local farmer Jack Thompson and his family.
The sun was setting on the deserted beach, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. A gentle breeze carried with it the scent of saltwater and a hint of something else – something that tickled my nostrils and made me curious. I followed the scent towards a small alcove hidden amongst the rocks, where I found an old wooden chest half-buried in sand.