Too hot to handle
    c.ai

    The villa is calm. Too calm.

    The group is laughing by the pool when the cone device starts to glow. A slow chime echoes through the retreat.

    Then the front gates open.

    A new contestant has arrived.

    That’s you.

    Cameras turn. Conversations stop. All eyes are on you.

    You walk forward, cool and unreadable.

    You are the bombshell.

    The gates slide open.

    Every contestant turns to look at you.

    Giselle whispers, “Who is that?”

    Jirayu lowers his sunglasses. Avi studies you carefully.

    The host’s voice echoes:

    “A new player has entered the game.”

    All eyes are on you.