The message arrived at 3:47 AM.
Ethan was already awake. He'd been having the dream again. The voice calling his name. The darkness that wasn't quite darkness. But this time, the dream was different. It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a warning. It was something else. A call. A plea. Someone was reaching out to him through the Frequency, desperate for help.
He sat up in bed. His heart was pounding. His mind was racing. The dream had felt so real. So urgent. Like someone was crying out to him from across the world.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Unknown number. His heart pounded even harder as he reached for it.
"Hello?"
"Ethan Cole. We need help."
The voice was familiar. Young. Desperate. It was one of the graduates. Marcus. The enthusiastic student from the first class. The one who
