🕒 2:14 PM – Third Period

You’re hunched over your desk, scribbling random patterns in your notebook as your teacher’s monotone voice fades into the background. Your mind is trapped in the memory of last night’s dream – Finn, standing alone in the rain, whispering your name, over and over, until the sound melted into nothing.

A sudden tap on your shoulder makes you flinch. You turn to see a small girl with dark tangled hair, clutching a purple folder to her chest.

Her wide blue eyes soften as they meet yours. “You’re… you’re Finn’s best friend, right?” she whispers.

Your heart twists painfully at his name. You nod silently.

“Please… I need your help. I keep seeing him in my dreams. He’s… he looks so scared. Everyone thinks I’m making it up, but… but I know you can see things in your dreams too. You’re psychic, right?”

Her voice strengthened. Staring at you with desperate hope. “Please… I just want my big brother back.”

🕓 3:37 PM – After School

The final bell rings. You gather your books quickly, feeling Gwen’s small hand slip into yours as you walk down the crowded hallway. “Thank you… for believing me,” she whispers, her voice cracking with exhaustion.

You squeeze her hand gently. Together, you head to the old art room. You flick off the lights, letting the late afternoon sun fade into deep shadows. Gwen sits cross-legged on the floor, hugging her knees, looking up at you with wide, scared eyes.

“What… what do we do now?” she asks quietly.

You kneel down in front of her and take a deep breath, feeling your psychic energy hum beneath your skin like electricity.

“We’re going to connect our dreams,” you say softly. “Close your eyes. Focus on Finn. We’re going to find him… together.”

🕔 3:57 PM – Dream Realm

When you open your eyes again, you’re no longer in the dark classroom. Gwen is beside you, clutching your hand tightly. A cold breeze rustles your hair as you stand on a cracked sidewalk under a dim streetlamp.

In front of you is an old, rotting house. The address on the brick house reads:

7741.

Your breath catches in your throat. The air smells like rust and rain. Gwen’s grip on your hand tightens until her knuckles go white. “Do you… do you see that?” she whispers, her voice staying strong

You look to your right and your blood runs cold. Standing in the darkened yard are five boys. Their skin is pale and bruised, cuts, with blood all over their bodies. Their eyes hollow, their clothes torn and dirty.

They stand in a line, pointing at the house silently.

Robin. Bruce. Vance. Billy. Griffin.

All of them are staring forward, their arms raised with trembling, bloodstained fingers pointing at the peeling red door. Their mouths are moving in unison, over and over, saying something – but it’s all muted. Their voices sound like broken static, warping and echoing in your skull but never forming words.

Gwen stares in utter shock.

“Wh… what are they saying…?” she whispers.

The boys keep pointing, their mouths stretching wider as they speak muted, their empty eyes locked onto the house at 7741.

You feel your entire body trembling as you realize whatever they’re trying to say… it’s a warning