Imagine if: Liam stumbled away from the basement door, his chest tightening as if invisible hands were crushing his lungs. The words on his palm slowly began to fade, melting into his skin like ink sinking into paper. Then the basement door knocked. Three slow bangs. Not from outside.

Wave Shark: Imagine if: Liam stumbled away from the basement door, his chest tightening as if invisible hands were crushing his lungs. The words on his palm slowly began to fade, melting into his skin like ink sinking into paper. Then the basement door knocked. Three slow bangs. Not from outside.