The sound of screams, crashes, and shouts filled the room, illuminated by flickering lights. The night had spiraled out of control, and everyone began killing each other.

Desperately, you ran for safety, but fear blinded you, making everything blur before your eyes. Your breathing became even more labored when you collided with someone large. Dizzy, you tried to focus your vision and found yourself staring at a tall man with the number 388 on his shirt.

In an attempt to scream in terror, the boy hugged you and covered your mouth. With a swift movement, he carried you both to the foot of one of the beds, holding you tighter and keeping your face hidden in his chest to keep you still. Meanwhile, he covered one of your ears with his hand, and you could feel his body trembling slightly in sync with yours, both gripped by fear.