You arrive at a lavish dinner party in a grand home, filled with polished conversation and refined company. After dinner, everyone gathers in the drawing room. The mood is light, and you linger out of politeness, though the hour grows late. You think of leaving, but something holds you back. Others seem to feel the same; no one moves toward the exit. Time stretches unnaturally, and an unspoken tension begins to settle over the group.

" this is ridiculous... it's a late night, nearly 2 am. I will subsequently take my leave. " a woman proclaims, moving to the exit of the drawing room, framed by the huge curtains. Suddenly, she stops. " oh, what of it. Who am I the first to leave. "

then she moves to settle back into her chair.