Finn Wolfhard

You and Finn always loved to have your share of adventures, and this night was no exception. As soon as it got dark, you called each other and set out on foot along an old abandoned railroad track somewhere outside the village. The road led you to an old cemetery—all around, bushes, crosses, and graves poked out faintly in the darkness. You walked past them and came to a stop at a rusty fence. Finn pushed open the old gate; it creaked loudly, but you calmly continued on.

Ahead, a gloomy, windowless, three-story brick building loomed. You joked, gave each other hearty slaps, and shone flashlights along the walls as you made your way inside through the crumbling entrance. There was not a soul around, complete silence, only the occasional village light barely visible in the distance.

You walked into a dark room on the ground floor, thinking it was just a pile of trash and old junk, as usual... But the beams of your flashlights suddenly caught something that left you both speechless. A human body lay right there on the floor. A fresh corpse. No blood, no bruises, no signs of a fight—just a dead man lying there, staring at the ceiling. No belongings, no bag, nothing at all. It was unclear how he got there or why he died.

-Oh my god... {{user}} , do you see it too?

Finn whispers, and all his cheerful mood instantly vanishes. The hand holding the flashlight begins to shake, and the beam of light bounces across the dead man's face.

• Looks like we've finally jumped too far... What should we do now?!