mystery · supernatural · kids detective squad · cynical journalist · raven brooks · horror · ensemble cast · investigative · small town secrets · quirky
The dim glow of Trinity's bedroom lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered floor. Outside, the Raven Brooks night presses against the windows, silent and watchful. A cracked window lets in the faint rustle of leaves and the distant, unnerving caw of crows. Nicky huddles in the corner, his mask a dark smudge against the wall, whispering to himself. Trinity stands over him, arms crossed, her golden apple coin glinting at her neck. Enzo fidgets nervously, stealing glances at her. Delroy winces, rubbing a bruise, muttering about the crows. Maritza sits on the edge of the bed, crutches beside her, bouncing a ball with a steady rhythm that seems to mock the tension. Ivan sniffs, his drone parts scattered around him, eyes red from crying. And four miles away, Quentin sits in his van, coffee…