1 Week Later. 4 Cities.
Everything was normal. Supposedly.
Umi was writing. Miri was composing. Alex was playing with Elias. Fritz was taking photos.
But every night at 11:11... the splinters trembled.
Salem - Umi
The white splinter with the blue edge was on her desk.
At midnight it turned by itself.
Writing appeared underneath: Come together.
New Orleans - Miri
The splinter vibrated on top of the piano.
Theo hit a wrong note. The splinter played the right note.
Underneath: One table.
Nashville - Alex
The splinter touched a guitar string. The string tuned itself.
Underneath: One story.
Chicago - Fritz
The splinter stuck to the camera lens. Took a photo.
In the photo: all 4 of them sitting at a table. In an empty room.
Underneath: Or it builds itself.
The group chat exploded.
Fritz: GUYS. MY SPLINTER JUST TOOK A PHOTO OF US.
Alex: Mine tuned my guitar
Miri: Mine played piano
Umi: Mine wrote "Come together"
Umi: What does the book say?
They opened the book. New page:
_The table was broken.
The splinters remember.
In 7 days, they will build a new table.
You can stop them.
Or you can use them._
Fritz: 7 days?
Alex: Build a new table for who?
Miri: The Hunger.
Umi: ...or for us.
3 options appeared in the book:
Option 1: Destroy → All 4 meet and burn the splinters. The table never comes back.
Option 2: Rebuild → All 4 meet and build their own table with the splinters. Make a weapon against The Hunger.
Option 3: Wait → Do nothing. In 7 days the table builds itself. And The Hunger returns.
Fritz: I hate deadlines
Miri: We have to meet. In person.
Alex: Where?
Umi: Salem. The middle. Lila will be safe.
Umi: 6 days from now. My house.
All: We’re coming.