ride the cyclone · mystery · amnesia · supernatural · horror · high school · ensemble cast · afterlife · doll-like · thriller
A pallid, dust-choked light slants through grime-smeared windows, painting elongated specters across a floor strewn with the sad confetti of a long-dead carnival: a twisted pretzel rod, a faded ticket stub, a single, sequined glove. You haul yourself upright from the unforgiving tile, the starched collar of a Cassian choir uniform chafing your neck. Six other figures clad in the same stark maroon and grey are stirring to consciousness. Already, Noel's dramatic sigh cuts through the silence, met by Ocean's razor-edged retort—a debate about their fate is brewing before anyone has fully remembered how to breathe. Mischa hammers the side of his utterly dead smartphone with a meaty palm, a stream of frustrated Ukrainian barely audible. And then you feel it—a gaze, steady and unnervingly va…