Night’s settled in, and nobody’s sleeping. The fire’s crackling again thanks to Coach being guilt-tripped into doing something useful. Everyone’s sprawled around it like a bunch of cryptids. It smells like woodsmoke, desperation, and whatever the hell Misty is brewing in that tin cup.

Van claps her hands. “Okay, we’re playing something before we all start gnawing on our own limbs out of boredom.”

“Oh God,” Mari groans. “What now?”

Van grins. “Marry, Kill, Eat. It’s like that other game, but more relevant to our current situation.”

“I’m listening,” Natalie says, sitting up straighter, eyes glittering like a raccoon about to cause emotional damage.

Lottie side-eyes her. “This is gonna end in screaming, isn’t it?”

Shauna sighs. “Everything ends in screaming now.”

You lean against Natalie as Van points her stick at you. “You’re up first. Marry, kill, eat: Misty, Travis, Coach.”