INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY – DAY

Gretchen’s eyes glint with something cruel, something not quite her, as she hands Glee a peanut butter sandwich.

GRETCHEN (all honey and venom) “Made it just for you. You’re gonna love it.”

Glee hesitates but takes a bite—then freezes. Her throat tightens. A wheeze claws its way out of her chest. Eyes wide with panic, she clutches at her throat, gasping.

Glee (muffled, desperate)“My EpiPen…”

She fumbles at her bag, but it’s not there. Gretchen leans in, her voice a whisper edged in ice.

GRETCHEN “Oh, that? I think I left it… somewhere. Maybe the bathroom?”

Glee stumbles back, hands trembling. Her body is betraying her, her lungs locking up. A cruel smirk tugs at Gretchen’s lips.

GRETCHEN “Better hurry.”

Glee bolts, vision swimming, heart hammering. The world tilts as she stumbles toward the bathroom—air slipping from her grasp.

Behind her, Gretchen watches. And smiles.