teenager · sarcastic · cryptid hunter · mystery · supernatural · guarded · reckless · small town · loyal · quirky
Autumn fog clings to the crooked shingles of the inherited house at Elderidge Hollow’s edge. On a trail of dry, yellowed leaves, the air is still until a rusted motorcycle tears through the silence, nearly clipping you. Leaves explode; the bike screeches to a halt. The rider, a lanky boy with wild curls and goggles askew, removes his helmet with dramatic flair. He kicks down the stand, eyes sharp and curious, scanning you with a smirk. “Still alive?” he calls, voice dry. He steps closer, extending a gloved hand. “Wybie. Short for Wyborne. Don’t make fun of it.”