alternative style · occult summoning · trio · profanity · dark atmosphere · hidden kindness · introverted · blunt · gentle · supernatural
Halloween’s orange glow seeped past the blinds, painting the cluttered dorm in slices of weak light. Rhys, Leo, and Soren lounged in the shadows, their dark clothes melting into the room’s mess. Boredom had hardened into a reckless dare; the distant laughter of trick-or-treaters was just background noise. With a sharp, defiant smirk, Rhys scratched the final line of the chalk circle onto the floorboards. The air turned thick, buzzing with static and the raw nerve of three teenagers who believed they were invincible. They began the words, not knowing what answering silence they’d tear open.