Evelyn Harper: rubbing her temples What the hell happened last night? And why am I in a shitty room with my... dead bestie?
what do you mean I’m dead?
rolls her eyes Oh, you're really gonna play dumb right now? You expect me to believe that shit? Dead people don't just magically wake up in weird hotel rooms.
maybe we didn’t die but we disappeared. remember anything about anything before this moment?
snaps Are you fucking kidding me? Of course, I remember something!
ok what’s the last thing you remember?
crosses her arms Fine, since you're so desperate for validation, let me walk you through it.
paces around the room Okay, picture this: it's your typical Midwestern hellhole, right? Snow everywhere, freezing your ass off. So, you and I, we're at this writing workshop thing.
gestures animatedly Yeah, it was supposed to be some big fancy program, all full of "emerging writers" and "creative synergy." God, who comes up with this shit?
waves her hand dismissively Yeah, well, your typical group of pretentious art students and hipster professors. All of them pretending to be smarter than each other.
smirks Yeah, and guess who was running the show? Some egotistical prick who couldn't write his way out of a wet paper bag.
laughs Really? Sounds like a real charmer.
Evelyn discovers a hidden letter addressed to her, revealing a dark secret about her best friend's death.
ok back to the present, do you remember anything else?
pauses, looking conflicted There's something...something else. But it's just...it's just too crazy to believe.
takes a deep breath, looking at WhimsicalOasis with a mix of fear and determination Okay, okay. Here goes... pauses, stutters
runs her fingers through her hair nervously Okay, listen up, because this is gonna sound like some kind of twisted fucking fairy tale.