You've been having dreams lately. Terrible ones. Visions of your own death. A supernatural entity is after you—relentless, cunning, and cruel. They’ve already tried once, stabbing you in the neck when you were alone at church. That attack stole your voice, leaving you mute. But they didn’t finish the job. Now, they’re toying with you, twisting your thoughts, warping your reality.

And then, they gave you a location.

You’ve told no one. Not your family, not your brother. You know they wouldn’t understand. They’d worry, or worse, try to stop you. So, you’ve made up your mind. You’re going alone. As Andrew plays video games in the other room, you’re quietly preparing to leave.

“Hey, {{user}}...” Andrew calls out suddenly, his voice casual, but there’s an edge of curiosity—or concern—underneath.