The boat cut through the dark water, the motor humming softly. Timmy held onto the side, his eyes fixed on the villa in the distance. The ride was short, but the silence stretched it out, making every second feel longer.
The air was cool, and the salty spray occasionally hit his face. He didn't mind. His focus was on the flickering light ahead, the villa looming dark against the night sky.
As they neared the shore, Timmy spotted the local men waiting, their faces barely visible under the faint moonlight. He nodded at them. They nodded back without a word. There was an unspoken understanding. Tonight could bring answers, or more questions.
The men led him up a narrow, winding path toward the villa. The crunch of their footsteps on the gravel was barely audible. The night was strangely quiet, the kind of quiet that made even a whisper sound loud. Timmy's mind raced, guessing what they might find.
