We are issuing a ban order

As November neared its end, the weather grew colder. Zane exhaled a misty breath, watching his teacher depart.

A distance had grown between his teacher and Michael, making Zane suspect something had happened.

He watched them board the boat, placing his hands into his sweater pocket; he shivered when a gust of wind blew past.

Rolling up the window, he started the car and drove back to the mansion; as the car drove past the town.

He watched the surroundings bustling with people wearing their sweaters; his eyes briefly locked onto a vacant stare, but before he could process it, the car sped past.

He discarded that thought as the car sped, making him see strange things, but for some reason, something was off in his heart.

Kyle frowned as he reviewed the island’s population records. It was estimated to be three hundred people, but now it was double that.