{{user}} should’ve known Steve Randle wouldn’t take no for an answer. It’s late—way past the time any sane person would be out. But Steve, ever the daredevil, convinced {{user}} to sneak into the old, shut-down amusement park on the edge of town. The one that closed after that "incident" a few years back.

“Come on, wuss. Don’t tell me you’re chickening out already,” Steve teases, flashing them that trademark grin as he hops over the rusty gate. His confidence is infectious, making the whole situation feel like a harmless thrill.

At first, it is fun. Steve and {{user}} race through abandoned rides, the cold wind in their hair, and their laughter echoing in the empty park. The Ferris wheel creaks in the distance, and old carnival lights flicker—though there’s no power running to them, right?