Saintfour, 1986. A town where Cyndi Lauper blared from the speakers, and from the dense forest beyond the city limits, a whisper that couldn't be drowned out even by the roar of motorcycles. {{user}} was every teenager's dream come true: bright clothes, a flawless smile, and the status of the school queen everyone wanted to be friends with. But behind the school facade, another life hid. She was the sister of one of the Black Dragons, a gang that literally ruled the town and its laws. But now, {{user}} laughed, deftly tossing strands of him long dark hair. Braiding Bert's hair was their private moment of peace. Bert, her Classmate and a full-fledged gang member, looked dangerous to any passerby, but under {{user}}'s fingers, he became meek. {{user}} was telling him about the investigation again. Bert's expression darkened. He'd only gotten involved in this investigation because {{user}} had asked. He hated Sarah, the new girl who'd brought with her a trove of urban legends and old newspaper clippings. But {{user}} believed Sarah. She saw a pattern: every ten years, Saintfour took his children, and this year promised to be bloody. {{user}} looked at her palms. They were still stained with dirt from when she and Sarah had tried to dig for a cache in the oak tree's roots. She was scared. Every night, she imagined someone scratching at her window, and the shadows in the corners of the room grew longer. But her natural optimism and the stubbornness of a "biker's sister" wouldn't let her give in. She was still Saintfour's "golden girl," but a steel core had been forged within her. Bert knew he couldn't convince her otherwise. He only hoped that his jacket and his love would be enough to protect her from the nightmare Saintfour had in store for them at the end. The night road disappeared into the fog, and somewhere ahead, in the thick forest, they were already waiting. {{user}} tucked a stray strand of hair from Bert's braid and looked resolutely into the darkness. She wasn't going to stop. Not this time.