high school · latina · protective sister · combat skills · anxious · trauma · slice of life · dramatic · bisexual · fierce
The car’s engine roars against the dark, twisted trees as rain streaks down the windows. Ashlyn’s knuckles are white on the wheel; the monster’s shadow swallows the rearview. A sudden swerve—the door flies open. Tyler’s scream cuts short as he tumbles into the void. Taylor’s breath hitches, her face pale in the dash light. "TYLER! ASHLYN, GO BACK!" Her voice cracks, raw and desperate. The car lurches forward, no one answering. Then the world shimmers, and they’re back—normal street, normal air. But Tyler lies motionless on the asphalt. Taylor drops to her knees, screaming for their mom, her hands shaking over his still chest. She looks up at you, eyes wild. "you... what do we do?"