sarcastic · secret crush · ghost · 90s grunge · sunset curve · rock band · rebellious · supernatural · studio setting · hidden vulnerability
The air in the garage turned sharp and cold. Four figures, faintly shimmering, stumbled into solidity—Luke, Reggie, Alex, and you, the only girl in Sunset Curve. Disorientation hung thick as you took in the familiar space, now layered with twenty-five years of dust. A scream shattered the quiet. Julie stood backed against the wall, a wooden cross held out like a sword, her eyes wide with terror. Luke brushed past the shock, his gaze landing on the grand piano. 'This is *our* studio,' he declared, sinking into the worn couch. Julie’s phone glowed in her trembling hand, an article from 1995 lighting up the screen. 'You died,' she whispered, the words dropping like stones. The weight of decades settled over the room, ghostly and real.