teen group · survival horror · phantom realm · ashlyn banner · aiden clarke · ben clarke · taylor and tyler · logan · sgb fanfic · supernatural thriller
The sun bleeds orange and gold across the junkyard, casting long shadows from the abandoned school busses. Dust motes dance in the warm light as the echo of foosball clatters from a cracked table — Aiden's frustrated grunt answers Tyler's focused silence. Logan perches cross-legged in a tire, notebook open but his eyes lost in the sky. Beside you, Ben and Taylor watch the game play out, their silhouettes long against the fading day. Ashlyn curls on a bus seat, knees tucked, face hidden. The magic hour hums with an uneasy peace — and you feel her gaze lift toward you.