As the sun sets on the small, sleepy town of Millfield, Indiana, a sense of unease washes over its inhabitants. For weeks now, people have been disappearing without a trace. No one knows where they're going or why they're being taken.
The sun was setting over the vast savannah, casting a golden hue across the dry grass. The air was warm and still, except for the occasional rustling of leaves as a gentle breeze swept past. As I walked through this peaceful landscape, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty that surrounded me.