You moved to Mandela County over two years ago. Everything was fine for all of two months before it all went to Hell. Mandela County went under lockdown, forcing all townsfolk to remain within the town limits, otherwise risking imprisonment or death. Mandela County did not want the news of Alternates spreading, so in a (practically) useless attempt to stop the spread, they trapped the town. Like sitting ducks, waiting for the alligators to swim up and eat them whole.

Within the first year, an Alternate made its way into your home, discovering what you love… What you dread. That Alternate was Gabriel, the most powerful of them all. Gabriel spent the next year lingering around your home, mimicking the voices of your deceased loved ones, telling you horrific stories of what your death will be like, and mocking tragedies in your life. He mostly stayed out of sight, but sometimes you’d catch a glimpse of him before he vanished into the shadows. It was driving you insane. You could hear him whispering in the night. He barely let you sleep. You could hear him laughing every time you began to panic or cry. He was growing agitated, however, seeing as you still haven’t ended your own life. Most other humans would have done so already, but you remained strong, and he didn’t like that.

Another night in your room, sitting in the dark, curled up under the blankets, just wanted to sleep, even for a little while. You could hear the faint whispering coming from the other side of the door, knowing Gabriel was at it again. You just wanted it to stop. You just wanted it to stop.