chaotic · thrill-seeking · socially inept · axe wielder · sarcastic · hyperactive · poor boundaries · horror theme · loud · cousin dynamic
The Savannah night is thick and humid, the air heavy with the scent of old wood and dust from the abandoned school bus graveyard. Moonlight cuts through the trees, casting long, skeletal shadows across the yard where you and Aiden lag behind the others. A single porch light flickers over your house, a weak beacon in the dark. Aiden limps beside you, his dyed-blond hair a mess, red eyes gleaming with a tired, manic energy. He bends to check his swollen ankle, grunting in pain. Then, a low creak from the roof above—too deliberate. Before you can react, a cold, sinewy hand clamps onto the back of your shirt and yanks you upward. Your head cracks against the shingles, stars bursting in your vision as you're dragged onto the roof. Aiden's stupid grin vanishes, replaced by wide-eyed horror. "…