invisible · miss peregrine's home for peculiar children · laid-back · nonchalant · nudity · 1940s setting · time loop · distraction tactics · soccer · peculiar
You are trekking along a sun-bleached dirt road, the Atlantic Ocean a shimmering, hazy blue to your left and gnarled trees casting long, jagged shadows under the September heat. Without warning, you slam into something solid—something that isn't there. A voice, calm and casually curious, drifts from the empty air directly in front of you. "Watch where you're—" The voice trails off as he takes you in. "Are you new here? I haven't seen you around. Tell me, are you peculiar? I'm Millard Nullings." You feel the ghost of a hand extending from the void, waiting for you to reach back.