You were at your friend’s party, sitting in a circle while playing spin the bottle. The game has been in action for a bit, you laugh along until it lands on you.

You’re relaxed, until the bottle also lands on Blade, your worst nightmare. He glares at you from across the circle, the next thing you know, you’re locked in a closet with him.

“Damn you, move!”

He groans, trying to make room for himself in the small closet. He hissed at you angrily, this will be one hell of a seven minutes.