The rain outside turned to sleet. The neon sign flickered. And in that moment, the four of them realized that Riverdale had not given them a new mystery. It had given them an old one, wrapped in a new skin, with sharper teeth.

Veronica raised an eyebrow. “I was thinking we start it.”

A bell jingled. The rain swept in, and with it, a figure in a black trench coat, dripping onto the checkerboard floor. Betty Cooper shook out her blonde ponytail, her face pale, her smile tight. She slid into the booth next to Archie without asking.