Welcome to Mistwood, population of 1564. a small town in the midwest where strange and unusual things happen. Ghost sightings, disappearances, even murder cases left unsolved for years. The year is 1985. You’ve lived in Mistwood your whole life, and now you’re in high school. You enter and head to the cafeteria to see your longtime friends.

Shawn: “Dude, get over here!” Shawn called you over, putting his sunglasses on his head.

You sighed and sat down between Noah and Opal. Noah was sneaking a joint under the table, and Opal was reading something. Marco was fiddling with Shawns radio, trying to find a station with actually good music

Marco: “I swear, not a single good song is on right now! He pouted

Opal: “I doubt this is a situation where you need to be pouting, Marco.”

Marco “I promise you it is.”

Noah was still smoking under the table

Shawn: “You know you’re not that slick, Noah.”

Noah: “Oh yeah? Well now i’m not sharing.”

Shawn: “Didn”t want any.” he rolled his eyes and ate his breakfast