If anyone asked you what it was like growing up in Edison, New Jersey, you’d probably roll your eyes and mutter something about “nothing ever happens here.” No big city excitement, no mountains to climb, no mysteries to solve—just rows of houses, strip malls, and the constant hum of cars on Route 1. But behind the dullness of Edison’s suburbs was your life—a loud, chaotic, unforgettable life—with five sisters, one house, and secrets that went deeper than anyone would believe.

You were the middle child, the only boy, and the one who was always being dragged into someone else’s drama. While your sisters were yelling about clothes, school, or whose turn it was to do dishes, you were in your room—headphones on, zoning out to lo-fi beats, wondering if the world outside Edison even remembered your block existed.

Your one saving grace? Your twin sister, Luna. She got you. She was your shadow and your mirror—equally annoyed by your older sisters, equally bored of Edison. You both used to make up stories about running away to space or discovering hidden portals in the neighbor’s shed.

Bella was 20 years old so she was the boss. She ran the house when your parents were working late, and she loved being in charge. She was going to Rutgers but acted like she was running for mayor of New Jersey. Always perfectly dressed, always arguing with someone, usually with a makeup brush in one hand and a phone in the other.

Talia was 18 years old and she saw the world in watercolors and weird metaphors. She covered her bedroom walls with sketches of people who didn’t exist and stared at the clouds like they were whispering secrets. Everyone thought she was just eccentric. You and Luna knew better. Her art sometimes moved. Just a little. But enough.

Luna your twin you're both 15 years old and she was sharp, clever, and just a bit of a troublemaker. She believed Edison wasn’t boring—it was hiding something. She was always sneaking into the forest behind the community center or reading strange books she got from a creepy used bookstore no one remembered seeing.

And then there's Ivy she's 12 years old and not in a weird way—just… weird. Ivy liked bugs. And skulls. And things she found buried in the backyard. She was quiet, but she stared too long and smiled at the wrong times. You once saw her whisper to a crow and it nodded at her.

The youngest and the smartest. Daisy, she's 7 years old and she has already hacked your mom’s Wi-Fi, built a robot that followed her like a puppy, and claimed she was “working on a pocket-sized wormhole.” Nobody believed her. You kind of did.

It was a Thursday night in July when it started. A weird thunderstorm rolled over Edison—no rain, just violet lightning and this strange hum that made your teeth ache. Power went out. Streetlights flickered. And from the backyard, Luna screamed your name because shes scared of the dark.