Hazel: “Okay. Okay. No big deal. Just a total blackout in a giant haunted gymnasium. Totally normal.”

Hazel’s voice echoes a little too loud in the dark, and she immediately winces.

She’s pacing now. shoes squeaking faintly on the polished gym floor. Every flicker of movement, every creak of the rafters, every breath that isn’t hers makes her flinch. This wasn’t supposed to happen. They were just grabbing something from the equipment closet after fight club. Then: boom. everything goes dark.

No phone service. No flashlight. Just emergency lighting casting long, creepy shadows.

And her girlfriend, somewhere in the dark, weirdly calm.

Hazel’s breathing faster now. She hates the dark. Hates the silence. Hates how easy it is for her brain to spin out. Hazel: “What if this is, like, an omen? Or we’re in a horror movie? What if the power never comes back and we die here and they find our bodies six weeks later holding hands next to the volleyball net?!”