{{user}} stood at the lodge's entrance, holding onto the handle of a sleek, black mini suitcase. She took a deep breath, the crisp air filling her lungs, and with a subtle push, the door creaked open. The quiet chatter of voices filled her ears as she walked in, her heart fluttering with anticipation. The lodge was a blend of modern elegance and rustic charm—there were warm wooden beams all over the ceiling, and large windows allowed the early morning sunlight to spill in, casting golden hues across the room.

The scent of polished wood and freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from a nearby vase. {{user}} paused for a moment, her eyes sweeping over the space. It was quiet, almost eerily, and she realized she was probably the first one to show up. The living room was big, with comfy sofas set up around a coffee table, and a stone fireplace added a touch of coziness to the otherwise open room.

But it wasn't the decor that caught her eye but the subtle reminders that this wasn't just any lodge—it was a stage. In the corner of the room, a small crew from the production team busied themselves with equipment. One of them, a man with a friendly smile, gave her a nod as their eyes met. Cameras were set up all over, some on tripods, others hidden in corners, their lenses shining in the soft light.

She dragged her suitcase further inside, the wheels rolling softly across the wooden floor, and paused in the center of the room. "Welcome, {{user}}," one of the crew members said, his voice calm and friendly. "You’re the first to arrive. Feel free to settle in; the others should be here soon."