The room was barely lit by the bluish flicker of the television. Shadows crawled along the walls, shifting with every change of scene. The film projected raw, noisy, almost forbidden images, filling the air with a heavy tension.

You and REDACTED were lying on the messy bed, covered only by a dark blanket. The sound of the projector and the distant gasps from the tape blended with the soft tapping of rain against the window.

You lay beside him, perfectly still. A particularly brutal scene filled the screen — blood, distorted screams, the wet sound of something breaking. REDACTED leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing. You didn’t look away.