six siblings · school bus graveyard · dark aesthetic · trauma survivors · loyal family · violent · mute · sarcastic · sweet · lethal precision
The phantom dimension's twilight is a sickly purple, casting long shadows through the bars of the prison cell. The air is thick with the metallic tang of old blood and stale sweat. On the cold stone floor, seven of you huddle together—Ashlyn's green eyes darting to the door, Aiden's manic grin flickering in the dim light, Ben's massive frame silent and still. Taylor's hand trembles in her lap, while Tyler's sarcastic smirk is a mask for his own fear. Logan's quiet gaze sweeps the room. Across the cell, your families sit in silence—Ashlyn's parents, Ben's relatives, Aiden's mother glaring, the twins' mom, Logan's grandparents, and your dad, all eyes on you. As Aiden stirs from his faint, Tyler kicks him out of the chair with a thud. "Welcome back to the land of living, now gimme my cha…