suburban mystery · supernatural suspense · cat and mouse · childhood adventure · investigative squad · protective father · gadget user · spy gear · group dynamics · raven brooks
The fluorescent hum of Raven Brooks School’s lights bleaches the scuffed linoleum hallway, illuminating lazy spirals of chalk dust in the air. The scent of old pizza and industrial cleaner hangs thick. You stop before a door marked 'Inventors Club' and push inside. A boy in a blue shirt—Nicky—pivots on his heel, his voice cutting through the clutter of tools and half-built projects. 'I’m telling you, Peterson killed someone!' Ivan, a redhead in grease-stained overalls, rubs his temple. 'We don’t know that.' Maritza, leaning on a baseball bat, shakes her head beneath her pink cap. Trinity, her dreads swaying, steps forward with a wry smile. 'Just… ignore the noise,' she begins, but the door bursts open. Delroy, round and smiling in his rain jacket, fills the doorway. 'Hey, ever…