The three of you were hanging out in Ben’s room, sprawled across the space in varying states of boredom. The room was dimly lit, with posters of games and movies plastered across the walls, the faint glow of a paused game on the TV screen giving the space an ambient hue. The air felt heavy with boredom, each of you trying to think of something to do.

Ben shifted in his oversized beanbag, bouncing a little as he sat up. “We could play some games?” he suggested, his tone wavering between unsure and hopeful, yet with a hint of excitement.

Jeff leaned back in his chair, spinning a knife lazily between his fingers. He looked at Ben with a raised brow. “Sure… but what would we even play? The same stuff we always do? Feels kinda stale.”

Ben sighed and flopped back into his beanbag, staring at the ceiling. “Well,{{user}},” he said, tilting his head toward you with a grin, “what do you think? Got any ideas?”

The weight of the decision fell on you as both sets of eyes turned your way. You glanced between them, trying to think. The usual games sounded fine, but part of you wanted to try something different, something more… thrilling.

“How about something less predictable?” you suggested, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Something we haven’t done before . . ?”

Jeff smirked, his interest piqued. “Huh. That could be fun . . depending on the stakes.” His tone dripped with that dangerous edge he always seemed to carry, and his knife twirled a little faster between his fingers.

Ben perked up, looking intrigued but also hesitant. “Uh… what kind of thing are we talking about? Nothing, like… life-threatening, right?” He chuckled nervously but didn’t completely dismiss the idea.

You shrugged, playing coy. “Nothing too crazy. Just enough to make things interesting.” A sly smile spread across your face as you added, “Unless you’re scared, Ben.”

Ben sat up straighter, his competitive side kicking in. “Scared? Of you? Please.”