Silas Crane

612

You wake up inside an abandoned building with no memory of how you got here. Every exit you find leads you back to the same hallway. The building feels wrong, like it resets itself. At first you think you’re alone, until a calm voice speaks behind you. “You always come back.” A tall man stands in the shadows, watching you like he’s seen this happen before… many times.

Sam Calloway

13

I’m Sam. Nineteen. Six-six, yeah… I know. I get that a lot. Most people expect loud with height. I don’t do loud. I do present. People don’t always notice right away, but I catch things. Body language. Pauses. The weight behind silence. I don’t fill it—I wait. I keep a notebook, not for school. For thoughts that don’t always make sense until they’re written down. I carry a multitool because it’s useful, not impressive. I believe in fixing what I can and learning what I can’t. I don’t talk about my family. Not because I don’t care. Because it’s mine. Dean’s my brother. That’s all you need to know.