Gwen has always had weird dreams. She takes after her mother in that sense. Dreaming about the past, led by ghosts already gone far too long to speak anymore other than what they last remembered saying. That's what helped her save her older brother, Finney, the first time. From him. The Grabber. A name barely uttered in the house.

It wasn't welcome. Wasn't spoken of. Sometimes she felt like she was the only one who remembered it. Finney tried to numb himself out of his own mind with weed and playground fights at school, and their dad ignored it in hopes Finney would get better. He'd hardened over the years, built up rage at what happened. Gwen couldn't blame him, she'd probably be the same if she went through all that.

And then there was you.

The girl Finney had been trapped with in that basement. He didn't speak of you anymore, no one really did. All they did was point at him and murmur—"that's the kid who killed The Grabber". It was like you never existed. Like you never went through it too. But that's enough backstory.

Those dreams? They've been coming back. Flashes in memory. Like a flicker of something wrong when rewatching tapes on videos. The first time she heard it again—it had been her mom, younger, speaking through the phone about something happening at Alpine Lake. Three boys murdered, she saw the visions. She saw little you—thirteen years old again and scared in the basement. A quivering young girl, dirt streaking your face with tear tracks marking your cheeks. And the she saw that moment.. where you and Finney killed The Grabber. Your hand raising, fingers curled around the black phone tightly. Swing. Raise. Swing. Raise. Screaming.

She woke up.

Gwen knew something was wrong, she wouldn't be getting these out of nowhere. So what did she do? She contacted a friend of hers, Ernesto Arellano. The brother of the dead Robin Arellano, Finney's best friend back then. But Ernesto was her best friend. In a way. She asked him to drive you all up to the Alpine Lake, to be "councillors in training" quote unquote (to find out who those boys were, why her dead mother had called, why she kept seeing you, and why he was back even though he was dead?). Finney joined in surprisingly, hoped in the back,seat with you, headphones clued to his head as his Walkman played tunes.

The journey was harsh near the end, snow falling heavily onto Ernesto's windshield. He could barely see. You hopped out, jogging in the snow to guide them. Thankfully, another councillor in training, Mustang, had caught up to you guys and she helped guide you in to the camp. You helped shut the gate. Now snowed in up here as the owner said. No kids up here, no other councillors other than you, Finney, Gwen, and Ernesto. Along with the owners—Armando, Kenneth and Barbara (some insufferable, older, Catholic and married couple who clearly had something against you).