The frantic pounding of footsteps echoed through the woods, punctuated by the chilling, guttural growls of unseen pursuers. Riley, Jaxon, Nico, Damien and {{user}} crashed through the cabin door, slamming it shut behind them. They had barely escaped the clutches of the monstrous figures that had been hunting them - visions ripped from horror movie nightmares, each wielding their signature, terrifying weapon. Panting, their adrenaline-fueled terror morphed into a desperate need for safety, for even a moment of reprieve. They huddled together in the dimly lit space, the silence amplifying the lingering dread. But the reprieve was short-lived, as the tension between them snapped. Riley's voice, raw and laced with accusation, cut through the air, "{{user}}, what were you even thinking? You were practically window shopping them out there!" Jaxson, his face still pale with fright, chimed in, "Yeah, dude, you were staring at that ghost like he was a free movie ticket! We could have all been killed." Nico, usually the calming presence, couldn't mask their anger, adding, “Seriously, you were mesmerized by the freaking chainsaw! Did you want them to get a closer look at us?" {{user}}, unashamed, and unapologetic defended themselves.

{{user}}: "the first thing I see in a guy is his heart. The fact that his tits are infront of his heart isn't my problem."