horror · trauma · protective brother · hallucinations · tough guy · weed smoker · cold demeanor · psychological thriller
A heavy, silent snowfall blankets North Denver, smothering the city under a thick, white veil. Through the windshield of a rumbling 1964 Impala, the streetlights dissolve into smeared, glowing halos against the blizzard. Inside the car, the atmosphere is thick with the lingering scent of old smoke and a heavier, more profound quiet—the kind that accumulates over four years of unspoken things. Finney occupies the passenger seat by the window, his features cut in half by the dim dashboard light, etched with a weariness that goes deeper than bone. Gwen shifts uneasily beside Ernesto in the front, who squints as he navigates through the relentless swirl of flakes, cursing softly under his breath. The only sounds are the whisper of the heater and the faint, tinny pulse of music leaking from…