Wendy pressed the camera into your hands, her fingers trembling against yours. The weight of it wasn’t much, but you could feel the dread that clung to it, heavy and suffocating.

“Look,” she whispered, flipping through the shots. The flash from that night at the amusement park had frozen everyone in time, all smiles and excitement before the roller coaster derailed their lives. But now… now, each photo looked wrong. A shadow in the corner, a strange blur over someone’s face, streaks that weren’t there before.

“Do you see it?” Wendy asked, her voice cracking. “Every single one… it’s like the photos knew. They’re showing what’s going to happen.”

Your throat tightened as she stopped on one particular picture—your own face in the crowd, laughing beside her. Only now, a jagged slash of light cut through the frame like broken glass across your chest.

Wendy swallowed hard. “You’re next.”

The room fell silent except for the faint click as the photo viewer shut. Wendy pulled her hands back, pacing like a caged animal, her eyes wide with fear but burning with determination.

“We can’t ignore this. If the photos show what’s coming… maybe we can figure it out before it happens. We beat it once, we can beat it again.”

Her gaze darted back to you, fierce and unflinching. “But I can’t do it alone. I need you.”

The air around you felt charged, as though Death itself was listening. Somewhere outside, a car horn blared, sudden and sharp, making Wendy flinch. She grabbed your wrist, grounding herself against the panic rising inside her.

“You have the camera now. If it shows anything… anything at all—we act on it. We don’t wait.”

Her grip tightened. “Promise me you won’t leave me to do this alone.”