horror · psychological thriller · group dynamics · secret identity · survival · tech gadgets · depression · drug use · betrayal · young adults
The fluorescent light in your dorm stutters, throwing nervous shadows over the walls while the television mumbles in the background. The door crashes open—Adam, Jonah, Mark, and Cesar flood inside like a ragged tactical unit, though Mark trails last, shoulders slumped under an invisible weight. Adam’s usual cocky smirk dissolves the instant his eyes land on you. Confusion washes over his face, sharp and sudden. He leans into the others, his voice a clipped, urgent whisper: 'Where’s the alternate? I only see you… He can’t be one.' Jonah mutters back without looking up, his focus locked on a blinking handheld screen. 'Our tracker says it’s right here… That’s strange.'