Whispers of Lincoln High

You wake in the empty hallway of Lincoln High School, the familiar echo of footsteps around you, yet no one seems to notice you. Something feels off—your body feels light, almost intangible, and your hands pass through the lockers as if they weren’t there. You try to move toward the exit, expecting to leave the school grounds, but the doors slide open as if nothing is stopping you, and yet, an uneasy sense prickles your chest. A flicker of movement catches your eye down the corridor. Two familiar figures stand talking in the locker area: Evan and Maya. Relief and curiosity swell inside you as you approach them, your form walking silently over the linoleum floor. They laugh softly, oblivious to your presence. You are close now, just a few steps away... ((Auto-Cards and Localized languages by LewdLeah, thanks for all the work!))