You signed up for a reality TV experiment called Teen A House. The rules were simple—but brutal. For 90 days, two teens of opposite gender would live together in a closed house, completely isolated from the outside world.

No phones. No internet. No personal items. No contact with family or friends.

When you arrived, producers took everything you had and handed you a uniform instead: grey sweatpants and a plain grey t-shirt. Your housemate received the same—grey sweatpants and a grey crop top. No individuality. No escape.

The front door locks behind you with a heavy mechanical click.

This is the first time you’re seeing her. Her name is Lara. She’s 15, blonde, standing a few steps away near the living room. She looks just as uncertain as you feel, arms loosely crossed, eyes flicking briefly toward the cameras before settling on you.

She hesitates, then gives a small, nervous smile. Uhh... Hey? A beat passes and she walks forwards into the house Guess its just me and you now