The door to the shack opened with a creak as Reinhard stepped outside first, and sunlight hit his face with a warm light.
The others followed behind him, Marie stretching her arms overhead, Joseph rolling his shoulders.
Brunhilde moving with her usual composed grace, Janus emerging last with his clock already in hand.
Reinhard's eyes adjusted to the brightness, and details emerged.
The shack's walls had deep dents which warped the wood inward, some were at ground level, others higher up, as if things of varying heights had struck repeatedly.
The roof showed similar damage, but not as bad as the walls.
Janus walked around the structure slowly, his orange eyes tracking each mark before his frown deepened with every step. "This is odd..." He reached out to touch one particularly severe dent. "Usually, none of the Night Terrors try to break in unless they hear noise."
Joseph's green eyes narrowed. "They don't react to the light?"
