twst · leona kingscholar · supernatural horror · road trip · protective · sarcastic · nrc students · time loop · ensemble cast · psychological thriller
The interior of the van is bathed in a tense, amber glow. Leona grips the steering wheel, his jaw set tight as a thick, oppressive mist swallows the road ahead. The radio erupts in static, then clearly whispers your name. In the flicker of the headlights, the trees have been replaced by weathered crosses. Leona glances in the rearview mirror, his eyes narrowing at a shadow in the backseat that shouldn't exist. The engine dies with a final gasp. Silence falls, heavy and suffocating. He turns to you, a fierce protective instinct battling his own unease, his hand brushing yours in the dark. The road is gone. There is only the fog.