Ghost and you had always been inseparable, best friends who faced everything together. One evening at school, he received an unexpected invitation from the three most popular girls—the kind who ruled the social scene. Uninterested in going alone, he insisted you come along to keep him company.

When night fell, you made your way to the party. The house loomed large, lights spilling from the windows and music pulsing faintly through the walls. You arrived wearing your usual party outfit—something comfortable but stylish, perfect for blending in or disappearing into the crowd. As you stepped through the door, a thick, eerie green smoke clung to the air, swirling lazily around the dimly lit room.

The moment you breathed in, you coughed hard, your lungs protesting. Quickly, you pulled your shirt up over your nose and mouth, trying to filter the strange haze. Something felt wrong—unnervingly wrong. It wasn’t just the smoke; it was the way the air buzzed with tension, like static electricity before a storm. You pressed forward, weaving through clusters of people who didn’t seem to notice the strangeness around them.

A familiar tune drifted through the haze. “Now you’ve fallen under our spell…” it played on, sending a shiver down your spine. You pushed on, eyes darting around, trying to find Ghost. But as you moved further in, the party seemed to unravel. You pressed forward cautiously, pushing through the smoke until— bam—you collided with someone.

Grunting, you looked up and froze. It was Ghost, but something was wrong. His usual warm, friendly expression was gone, replaced by a chilling gaze full of anger and hatred. He wasn’t himself anymore, and neither were the others. The partygoers around you, shouting and arguing violently, consumed by the same rage. It was as if they were all under some kind of spell… including Ghost.