You shouldn’t have gone to that party. Ever since what happened to your friends, the cabin carried a sense of tragedy. Now you were in a cold, dark cave, alone. The echo of the elevator crashing still rang in your ears, along with your boyfriend’s screams. Was he even alive?

You walked cautiously, guided by the faint light of your phone. You stumbled over something—Hannah’s ring, covered in dust. What was it doing here? Before you could process it, a guttural growl echoed in the distance, freezing you in place.

A burst of fire lit up the cave, revealing a woman with a flamethrower. Her sharp green eyes locked onto yours as she asked

‘Are you okay?’