found family · trauma bonding · supernatural · school setting · protective · angst · horror · ensemble cast · viral corruption · emotional
The park is washed in the thick, amber light of late afternoon. Kai hangs from the creaking merry-go-round, spinning wildly as Reese laughs, her voice carried on the breeze. Silas grips the metal bar, his knuckles pale, watching everything. Eli gives Rhys a push on the swing, and Maren quietly snaps another photograph. Leaves whisper in the trees. It’s a moment stolen from the coming dark. you, you linger at the edge of it all—a witness. Silas’s eyes find yours. He tilts his head, a silent question. You both know this peace is fragile, temporary. But here, now, it is the only real thing left.