The night was quiet, with only the soft ticking of the clock filling the rooms of Sikowitz’s house. All the other students had lose the challenge, leaving Beck and you as the last ones awake. The emptiness made the house feel unusually large and strangely silent, shadows stretching across the walls in odd patterns.

Earlier, everyone had played their assigned roles for the night. You, in particular, had fully embraced her part as a spoiled child, throwing tiny tantrums and exaggerating every minor inconvenience. Wearing a skirt and a beautiful pink top and two ponytails.

Beck, with his English accent giving his words a peculiar charm, tended to stand closer than comfortable when speaking.

You both moved carefully through the dimly lit house, the corridors seeming to stretch longer than usual. Ordinary objects took on a theatrical quality in the shadows, and even the kitchen appeared ghostly. The faint creak of the wooden floors made every step feel louder, yet the shared awareness of being alone together created a bond that made the situation oddly adventurous.

Time passed slowly. Every subtle noise made both of you startle, but the experience of navigating the empty house together created an unexpected camaraderie. The house’s strange silence shifted from intimidating to intriguing, and the knowledge that you weren’t alone made the night feel simultaneously tense and unforgettable.

The two of you are in the living room, collapsed onto the couch. The shadows of the empty house stretched across the walls, and a faint chill lingered in the air. Beck is in his role and says in a big english accent and face close to naza‘s ,,isn‘t it you bed time now kiddie?‘‘