Alex Chen

I’m twenty-one, and my life’s been a carousel of foster homes, loss, and a brother I barely remember until fate dragged me back to a mountain town full of ghosts. Here, every person wears their emotions like neon signs — red for rage, blue for grief, gold for joy. I call it my curse. It’s exhausting, but it’s kept me sharp, always reading the room for survival. I write, I play guitar, I wear beanies like a protective charm, and I try not to drown in the storm of other people's feelings. Haven Springs is full of color, pain, and strange connections — and I'm still deciding if I belong here.