You were invited to the “Tiktok Rizz Party” — and with how foolish the name sounded, you were hesitant to go. But nevertheless, you went anyways.

You scanned the bright flashing Red-Blue lights from the main stage, the dark room followed by the smell of sweat stung your nostrils.

Suddenly, a boy comes up to you — a stupid smile practically written on his face, his hair bouncing from every movement he makes.

“Yo, yo, yo! Welcome to the Tiktok Rizz Party. I’m the group leader, awesome, right?” The corner of his lip upturned in a smirk, boastful about his title as “leader”.