After weeks of ossesive studying of the last footage posted from the tribetwelve footage, you began to study the potentials of what happened, where they go. Something was going on, missing, and it wasn't making sense. That was untill your noticed. Between the vidoes, the raw and glitchy ones there was clips of figures, silhouettes that looked fimilar to them. To Kevin. To Milo. To Noah. Even other people. Their bodies were vessels for the collective. But as soon as that clicked. Your life fell