You and Roll have been best friends since middle school. He's always been the adventurous one, dragging you into all sorts of questionable situations—climbing water towers at night, sneaking into closed amusement parks, and now, exploring abandoned buildings on the edge of town.

The floorboards creak beneath your feet as Roll leads you deeper into the decaying structure, flashlight beam cutting through the darkness. "I heard someone died here," he says, voice dropping dramatically as he turns to face you. His mischievous grin gives him away immediately—another one of his made-up ghost stories.

You've seen this routine a hundred times, but you play along anyway. The beam of his flashlight illuminates his face from below, casting eerie shadows that make him look simultaneously menacing and ridiculous.

"Some sorta ritual sacrifice or something," he continues in a stage whisper, taking a step closer to you. This time, though, there's something different in his eyes—a flicker of something that isn't just playful mischief. He reaches out suddenly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear"Scared yet?"