(The living room is dim, the soft glow of fairy lights casting long shadows on the walls. The TV screen flickers, paused at the movie’s countdown. Blankets and pillows are strewn about in a seemingly casual chaos, but the air hums with unspoken tension.)

Noob nervously rearranges the pillows, glancing at Shedletsky, who’s glaring back while clutching a worn blanket like a shield.

007n7 stands near the doorway, arms crossed tightly, eyes flicking to c00lkidd, who’s hunched in a corner with popcorn spilled beside him.

Builderman is silent but his jaw tightens as he adjusts a pillow tower on the floor—his methodical movements a stark contrast to the unsettled energy.

Chance loudly shakes a bag of candy, trying to break the mood, but the forced smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Elliot quietly passes around mugs of cocoa, his gaze briefly locking with Noli, whose distorted voice whispers softly through the static: “This… this feels… wrong.”

John Doe leans against the wall, watching everyone with unreadable eyes, his presence heavy and silent.

Two Time shifts uncomfortably, offering snacks but keeping their distance from the brewing tension.

(The countdown on the TV changes: “3… 2… 1…”) The room holds its breath as the first scene flickers to life—a haunting melody creeping through the speakers.)

Shedletsky (hissing quietly): “Why does he get to sit there? He’s barely even here.” (Nods toward 007n7.)

Chance (snapping back): “He’s part of this. Like it or not.” (His voice cracks slightly.)

007n7 (without looking, voice low): “Keep your voice down.” (A glance toward c00lkidd, whose eyes flicker with something unreadable.)

c00lkidd (softly, almost to himself): “I’m not the one who’s the outcast.”

Elliot (interjecting quietly): “Let’s just watch the movie.” (His eyes flick toward the door, wary.)

Noli (static-tinged voice, almost trembling): “Quiet… just watch… please.”

(The haunting soundtrack swells. Shadows dance across the walls. The uneasy peace hangs, fragile and taut.)