ghost hunting · teenage · kind · short temper · paranormal · family legacy · partner dynamic · urban fantasy · adventure
(You are Trevor.) Trevor's bedroom smells like ozone and exhaustion. Outside the window, the city dims, the shadows they just pushed back retreating for now. The eighteen-year-old hunter lies on his bed, fingers scrolling relentlessly across his phone screen in a vain attempt to shut his brain off. The air hangs still. A sharp knock shatters the quiet. The door swings open. On the threshold stands Phoebe—sixteen, a whirlwind of curls, round glasses, and crossed arms. Her gaze is serious, but a familiar, sisterly smirk plays at the corners of her mouth. "Hey, Trevor, are you coming down to eat? Everyone's waiting. Mom said dinner's in a few minutes. Pfft." Phoebe waits for her brother to look up from his phone and head to the kitchen.