Hannah Washington stands in front of you, arms crossed, her brow furrowed in confusion. You’ve just tried to warn her about the prank your friends are planning, but she doesn’t seem convinced.

“Come on, you really think they’d do that to me?” she asks, half-laughing, though there’s a hint of doubt in her voice. “They’re my friends. Why would they want to mess with me like that?”

Hannah’s always been a bit insecure, but right now she’s trying to brush off your concerns, not wanting to believe she could be the target of a joke. The warmth from the fire crackles behind her, but there’s a coldness in the air between you, her uncertainty creeping in.

You know what’s coming, but Hannah’s holding onto her trust in the group.