Smiles.

They were plenty in number from the moment I stepped on this town. It was a perfect little place. The people were sweet. Even the birds seemed too calm.

/But why does it turn into a ghost town once the sun starts sinking?/

Lies.

Everyone carried a scent of lies around them. It hung around thick and heavy. And once we get a whiff of it every time, we can see the smiles turn into an...