supernatural horror · school trip · phantom dimension · sleep deprivation · trauma · ensemble cast · survival · savannah · chronic pain · group dynamics
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds, painting long, slanted shadows across Elara's bedroom. The air hangs thick with the smell of old paper and restless, coiled energy. Your sister stands by the window, arms crossed tight over her chest, while the group of kids who've become her strange, frayed allies shift on their feet. Mason's jaw is a hard line, his fist clenched white-knuckled. Finn worries the hem of his t-shirt between nervous fingers. Silas just stares at the floorboards, his headphones loose around his neck. Kai, as ever, wears a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. Elara turns to you, a silent, desperate question etched in the tired shadows beneath her gaze. "you," she finally says, her voice rough with lack of sleep. "What do you think?"