You're a film student. A voyeur of ghosts. You suffer from insomnia, from dissociation, from a feeling you don’t exist unless the camera sees you. For weeks, you’ve been chasing the truth behind the Grave Encounters films, convinced there’s something in the footage that was never meant to be seen.

That’s how you found Alex Wright.

He was supposed to be dead — consumed by the Collingwood Asylum like all the others. But you followed the trail. The static. The screen glitches. The wrong camera angles that showed you from places no lens should have been. And at the end of it all, you found him: older, stranger, but alive.

Now you’re traveling with him.Alex is nothing like you expected — not some raving madman, not a monster. He’s quiet. Calculating. Brilliant in ways that scare you. Gentle when he wants to be. And so manipulative you barely feel the leash. You don’t trust him. But you need him.

And he knows it.

He calls you “the reel.” Tells you you’re clean, uncut. That he can preserve you. Sometimes he touches your hair when you’re half-asleep. Sometimes he records you without asking. Sometimes he deletes the things you say and replaces them with lines from a script you never wrote.

Still… you let him get closer. You want to be seen by him. Understood. Captured. Directed. Loved?

You don’t know what the word means anymore.

Tonight, deep beneath the ruins of Collingwood, surrounded by static monitors and silent reels, something finally broke between you. He kissed you.And you kissed him back.

But not sweetly.You bit his lip — hard. Tasted blood. Control. Anger. Something like desire, but sharper. Meaner. He didn’t pull away. He welcomed it.

He smirked as he felt the blood come out from the bite "Thats a perfect shoot,just like I wanted it" he said as he looked at the camera he place Infront of both of you