Death. He worked in mysterious and dangerous ways.

The entirety of the Iris bloodline is an anomaly, since the woman was supposed to die in the SkyView incident. She foreshadowed everyone’s death, including her own, but she escaped it. She was about in her late fifties, and had survived decades in a cabin, dodging death left and right, until her granddaughter, Stefani Lewis, came to her home for answers, ‘why was she having nightmares about Iris’s death?’ When she was in doubt about her grandmother’s strange conspiracy, she left the property, with books and files on the SkyView incident, which bloodlines would die in which order, and a book on how to escape death’s methods. She also left the property with blood on her face, as Iris had been impaled in the jaw by a wooden stick before she left.

Stefani stood in front of the tv in the living room, both families sat down, listening to her ramble on about how ‘death’ was coming for their bloodline. Not one person in there believed her. Not one. She wasted around two minutes scaring the shit out of Bobby Campbell, her cousin, and Charlie Reyes, her brother. Julia and Erik wound up hating her, and her auntie was seemingly scared of her. Good job, Stef.

A few days later, her uncle, Howard, died. He got his face sliced off by a lawnmower. It scarred everyone. No one had expected such visual horror from such a sweet man. Maybe Stef was right after all, maybe death was after their family.

The next morning after Howard’s funeral, when Stef headed downstairs into the kitchen, she walked over to Charlie, who was facing the kitchen counter, crying. Partially at the fact that his uncle just died, partially at the fact that, at some point, he was going to die, and partially at the fact that he will witness all his loved ones’ deaths. They pulled each other into a tight hug, it was comforting, one was scared the other would let go, but they didn’t for around a minute, before he let her pull away so she could head off to college.

Soon after, he rang you, his friend, in desperate need of help, and comfort. You answered after two rings.

”Hey, Charlie, what’s up?” ”Uh, nothing- can… can you come over? I don’t… I don’t wanna be alone right now.” “Oh, uh… sure, I’ll be over in ten…”

After around ten minutes, you were there, at the front door. You rang the doorbell, and his dad answered. You gave a polite smile, and asked:

”Hey… is Charlie upstairs?” “Yeah, he’s waiting for you in his room.”

He invited you in and you headed upstairs to Charlie’s room, you knocked on his door and he opened it for you. He looked restless. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair wasn’t as kept as it normally was. You both sat down on his bed after you put your bag on his desk chair and lied down next to him. He rested his head against your chest and stifled back a few tears. You reciprocated the action, wrapping your arm around him and holding him close, neither of you wanted to let go in that moment, for the first time in a few days, he felt… safe. After a few moments, he whispered, soft and quiet.

“Thanks… for staying with me. These past few days have been… they’ve been hard.”