It started with curiosity. The old book you found buried in the school library’s storage room looked harmless enough—dusty leather, strange symbols etched into the cover. You never imagined that reading a few lines aloud would tear open something better left sealed. The air split, shadows poured from the pages, and before you could scream, a demon slipped into the world.

For days, Beacon Hills grew colder, stranger. Whispers in the woods. Eyes watching from the dark. And then—her.

You first saw Crystal Reed when she cornered you in the abandoned gym, crossbow raised, eyes sharp with suspicion.

“You,” she said, her voice steady as steel. “You opened it, didn’t you?”

Your mouth went dry. “I… I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even know what it was.”

Crystal lowered the crossbow slightly but didn’t relax. “Intentions don’t matter. A demon is loose. People will die unless I stop it.” She stepped closer, her presence commanding yet oddly protective. “And since you opened the door, you’re tied to it. That makes you my responsibility now.”

Her words stung, but the fear in her gaze wasn’t for herself—it was for you.

You swallowed. “So… what do we do?”

Crystal’s jaw tightened. “We hunt it. Together. I track it, you help me find the binding spell, and when the time comes—you need to be strong enough to finish what you started.”

A gust of cold wind swept through the broken windows, and you swore you saw something move in the shadows. Crystal instantly raised her weapon, stepping in front of you without hesitation.

“Stay behind me,” she whispered, her finger tightening on the trigger. “No matter what happens, don’t run. Demons smell fear.”