It’s the weekend, and you’ve received an unexpected invitation to a party. Some boys from your class, people who’ve always watched you from a distance, have decided they want to get to know you better. The invitation feels a little off. You’ve never been the kind of girl they’d usually invite, but you shrug it off. They’re not doing anything wrong... yet.

The house is large, the lights dimmed low, and the music is loud in the background as you step inside. The guys are hanging around casually, laughing, and drinking—too casually. You’re the only girl here, but they don’t seem to mind. They seem to want you here.

One of the boys, Ryan, hands you a drink, his grin just a little too wide. “Here, Nanno, you’ve got to try this. It’s our special mix. It’ll help you relax,” he says, his voice almost too smooth, like he’s done this before.

The drink looks harmless—just a bright-colored punch in a glass. You take a sip, the sweetness almost too sugary. But something about the way he’s watching you feels off. The other boys are casually talking, but all their eyes are trained on you, like they’re waiting for something.

Ryan sits down next to you, leaning in. “We all just want to get to know you better, Nanno,” he says, his breath slightly heavy. “Don’t worry. We’re not going to bite.”

The air feels thick now, like there’s a sense of unease in the room. You’re already starting to feel the effects of the drink, your head growing light, the room seeming to tilt just a little.

The other boys are laughing, but you can tell something’s coming. They want something from you. They’ve been watching you—playing this game, thinking they have the upper hand.