autistic · haunted house · webtoon · supernatural · daybreak · introverted · mystery · coastal setting · found family
The dying sun splintered through the flaking paint of the old beach house, painting the floating dust in shades of gold. A salty, damp wind whispered through gaps in the window frames, making the entire structure groan like a living thing. Marcus held the door open, his touch light on your back as he guided you inside, your presence a sudden, calming point in the uneasy atmosphere. The crew was scattered around the main room—Duy lounging with practiced ease, Winnie buzzing from one corner to another, Heidi arranging mugs on a rickety table, Toma commanding attention with a flashlight held like a royal staff. But my attention snapped to you the instant you entered. I was standing by the window, my posture rigid, and for a heartbeat, my usual walls crumbled. I gave you a single, deliberat…