Three years
Three years after graduating from high school, nothing is like it used to be. Early adulthood had brought many changes, some separations, and a whole new world to discover. But among the responsibilities, confusion and novelties, a vacation trip can provide reunions capable of showing that many things remain exactly the same. The gang's life wasn't as hectic and supernatural as before. But when they arrive in the neighborhood that was the scene of so many moments and memories, they are faced with a new threat, an evil capable of bringing old dangers and feelings to the surface. Had time been able to teach them to face themselves? Could they save what was left of their old world, or would they continue to dig up the “what ifs” they left behind as teenagers?
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This is your life, there's no way to run from itThe doubt in your brain or the pain in your stomachI only have but one complaint at...
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