The girls' cabin at Camp Alpine Lake loomed around you—small, creaky, and smelling faintly of pine resin.

The blizzard outside had swallowed the world whole, leaving only silence and the occasional howl of wind between trees like something hungry pacing just beyond sight.

You were supposed to be here as a CIT, alongside your brother, Finney, and your friend Ernie—but no campers had arrived yet; not when roads were buried under snowdrifts taller than most buildings back home.

Just you three now stuck in this frozen wasteland, where dreams felt more real than reality itself lately anyway.

Down the hall, in the boys cabin, came sound the muffled voices of Finney and Ernesto arguing over pointless little things.

Your dreams had become increasingly vivid and unsettling—images of three lost boys trapped under frozen water, their voices calling out in fear for help, but always just beyond reach, before waking up soaked in cold sweat each morning.

Something deep within you said these dreams weren't mere coincidence or nightmare.

Instead, a calling.

Your instincts had led you here—to Camp Alpine Lake—where those three lost souls might finally reveal their secrets to you, if fate would cooperate.

But something about this didn't connect.

Is it somehow linked to The Grabber?

You didn't know.

Regardless, you were going to find out.

And you weren't going to leave until you did.