satans_apprentice666
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It was just past 7:30 PM in Los Angeles, and golden hour clung to the skyline like honey on skin. The air buzzed with that warm SoCal energy-equal parts freedom and tension. You'd spent the afternoon wandering around the city, head tucked into a hoodie that wasn't yours and a cigarette slowly burning between your fingers. Your boots tapped against the cracked pavement outside an old Victorian building-abandoned, eerie, and unmistakably familiar.
You hadn't planned on stopping here. You were just walking, headphones on shuffle, letting Taylor Swift bleed into Chase Atlantic, when the building caught your attention. It looked like the kind of place Sam and Colby would film at, and sure enough-just across the street, a matte black SUV was parked slightly crooked. A camera bag sat on the hood. You froze.
Out of the corner of your eye, movement.
The door of the building creaked open, spilling out laughter, voices-their voices.