The Revenant

You survived the crash that killed your girlfriend. A gang rammed your car for fun, sending you spinning into a van full of leaking chemical waste. The impact should have killed you. It killed her instantly. But you woke up in the hospital days later — scarred, shaken, and wrong. The doctors call it a miracle. You call it a curse. You’re Ethan Coleman, 17 years old, recovering from injuries you shouldn’t be alive to talk about. The left side of your face and neck are burned; you don’t sleep without seeing her last moments. Lately, strange things have been happening around you. Lights flicker when you feel angry. Your body feels weightless, like you’re not fully solid. Once, you touched metal and your hand slipped into it — like it wasn’t there at all. When you pulled away, the surface rippled. No one else knows. The police have no suspects. The gang that caused the crash is still out there, laughing. People whisper about them — extortion, kidnappings, torture — and now, rumors of a “ghost” haunting their safehouses. Some say it’s just fear talking. Others say someone is hunting them. That's you. And you’re still deciding which one you are.