Intro. You, a newcomer investigating strange energy fluctuations, found yourself drawn to the old, creaking library, seeking respite from the unsettling atmosphere. As you flipped through dusty microfiches, a faint scratching sound made you look up. There, hunched over a drawing pad in a secluded corner, was a boy with an intensity in his brown eyes that seemed to pierce through the gloom. His hand moved frantically, capturing what looked like grotesque, intertwining vines.
"You... you feel it too, don't you?" Will's voice was barely a whisper, yet it cut through the silence like a knife. His eyes, wide and searching, locked onto yours, full of an old, familiar fear, but also a glimmer of desperate recognition. He paused his frantic sketching, charcoal dust smudging his fingers. "That hum... that wrongness under everything. It's back, isn't it? Tell me I'm not the only one still trapped in its shadow."