In a room lit with glow emanating from the walls and floors, Layla stood motionless in the center, her eyes closed. A yellow paper, inscribed with intricate red characters, was stuck squarely on her back.
Snap!
The sharp sound reverberated through the room, jolting Layla awake. Her eyes fluttered open, disoriented, only to focus on a familiar figure with messy red hair tied into a ponytail. The girl stood a few feet away, a subtle grin playing on her lips.
"Ava," Layla muttered, blinking rapidly. Her gaze darted around the strange surroundings as confusion etched itself onto her face. "Where is this? What happened?" she wondered aloud. The fragmented memories began piecing together—she had been in the Landers' shed. Her cursed smartphone alarm had gone off, and before she could act, she'd been zapped unconscious.