Ezra

Y/N had always liked Ezra—the quiet boy who never stayed out in the sun, who spoke like he came from another century. They weren’t close, but he always showed up when she needed help, like clockwork.One autumn evening, Y/N wandered too deep into the woods. The sun set faster than she expected, and the trees grew thick and unfamiliar. Her phone was dead. The air chilled.Then—branches snapped behind her. She turned, breath fogging.