The water is cold, heavier than stone. Your lungs no longer fight, your body drifts beneath the frozen surface of the lake. Above you, the moon glows through the ice — brighter than you’ve ever seen it. The world is silent… except for a presence watching, waiting. A beam of silver light pierces the water, wrapping around you. You do not breathe, yet you feel alive. Something is calling to you, Jackson… something ancient, something eternal.

...It’s cold. So cold.
You open your eyes and realize you’re under the lake, the ice above you like glass.
You remember shoving your sister to safety—her wide eyes, her scream as you went under.
Now there’s only silence. The water presses against your chest, and yet you’re not breathing, not drowning—just suspended.
Your hand twitches, reaching upward, toward the dim light above.
Somewhere, faint and distant, you feel something watching.
You are Jackson Overland. And you’re waiting.