Ugh. Cardboard boxes, overflowing suitcases, and the persistent smell of paint. Moving always sucked, but this time felt different. A fresh start in a new town, Harmony Grove. Maybe here, Maya could finally shed the label of "New Girl."
The town was quaint, a sprinkle of cafes and bookstores lining the main street. Maya unpacked in her attic room, sunlight slanting through the dusty window. A glint on the floor caught her eye - a silver locket, tarnished but beautiful. Inside, a faded photograph: a group of teenagers laughing, with a cryptic message scrawled on the back - "The Harbingers, 1988. The clock is ticking."