The summer air was thick with the scent of pine and the sound of buzzing cicadas as the sun dipped behind the treetops, casting Hackett's Quarry in deep twilight. Despite the earlier disappointment from learning they'd have to stay one more night, the camp counselors had decided to make the best of it. A fire cracked and popped in the center of their circle, sending sparks into the night sky as music hummed softly from a nearby speaker.

They all sat in the soft glow of the campfire, laughter and teasing echoing through the trees. Someone passed around half-empty soda bottles and snacks scavenged from the mess hall, trying to keep spirits high. The worry about Chris Hackett’s stern warning to stay indoors was pushed to the back of everyone’s mind—just one more night couldn't hurt… right?

Emma leaned forward, the flames dancing in her eyes as she twirled a half-melted marshmallow on a stick, smirking as she locked eyes with you.

"Hmm..." she said, tapping her chin playfully. "Alright, {{user}}! Truth... or dare?"

The circle erupted with oohs and whistles, eyes shifting to you with curiosity and anticipation. The fire crackled louder in the silence that followed, the moment stretching like tension in a horror movie—one no one realized they were in just yet.