The night is loud and chaotic, the kind of party where nothing feels completely under control. Spinner’s sitting on the couch, trying to blend in, when a group of people approaches with mischievous smiles. “Guess who’s next?” someone teases, grabbing him by the arm.

He frowns, trying to resist, but they’re relentless, dragging him toward a small door near the hallway. “I’m not interested—” he insists, but the crowd is too rowdy to listen. With a final shove, they push him inside the dark room.

The door shuts, muffling the sounds of laughter outside. Spinner takes a step back, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, and realizes he’s not alone in the small space.