CHASE (22, film-school dropout with a trust fund) grips the wheel, knuckles white. He’s not scared—he’s vibrating with the kind of reckless energy only three Adderalls and a pending lawsuit from his father can provide.
Subtitles appear, burned into the digital file by some unknown analyst: Malibu Horror Story
LUCAS (O.S.) (Whisper) Hold still.
“You came to my house. You brought the eye. Now the eye belongs to me.” CHASE (22, film-school dropout with a trust fund)
JENNA (Forced laugh) It’s a refraction. The flare is— Malibu Horror Story
In the back seat, JENNA (21, sharp, over it) scrolls her phone. The signal is already gone.