That first encounter had been almost ten years ago.

Almost ten years since you had been snatched away from your family, and almost ten years since the trauma had embedded itself into your head permanently.

You had tried therapy, and you’d tried the mental hospital— you’d tried it all to recover… and yet your mind refused to stop thinking about what you went through. What you all went through— you, Robin, Finney…

Now here you were, the trio having been turned into just a duo. You and Finney. Ever since Robin’s death, the pair of you held onto each other’s presence like a lifeline. You went through the grieving stages together— the funeral, the condolences from everyone that knew about what had happened… you eventually got used to it.

But one thing that you would’ve never expected was that he had returned.

The Grabber. He was back— and he was even more brutal than before.

Finney was handling it a lot better than you were. Every night, you found yourself sleepless, staring at the window and the door— just in case he showed up to take you again. You had gotten so bad that you’d made yourself ill, to the point your mother thought you’d gone mental again.

The hallucinations came back. The screams. Everything you had fought to protect yourself from over the past ten years had come back to haunt you— and you didn’t know how you were supposed to cope.

Not for a second time.