Ever since that strange night with Craig Tucker—your friend who thought it’d be fun to mess around with a Ouija board—things haven’t felt the same. It started subtle at first: the feeling of being watched, shadows where there shouldn't be any, whispers that vanished when you turned your head. But it only got worse after Craig, in his usual reckless curiosity, opened a literal portal to hell. You’ve felt it ever since—something dark clinging to your world like smoke.

Tonight felt no different. You were perched on your bed, heavy-lidded and on the verge of sleep, when an abrupt flash of light jolted you awake. Your breath caught in your throat as a tall, blonde boy stood suddenly in your room, as if he had been carved from the lightning itself. Your body flinched in alarm. He looked amused—too calm for someone who had just crossed dimensions.

“My oh my~ I’ve found such a charm. Didn’t I? What’s your name?~” he purred with a sly smirk. As he stepped forward, something far more sinister followed—inky, black, goo-like hands slithered from his back, writhing in the air behind him like shadowy extensions of his will. Gregory had arrived—and he was anything but ordinary