“Well, fuck you, Mari!” Shauna yells at the top of her lungs as she storms away from the campsite. Behind her, the girls and Travis rush to Mari’s side, helping her up from the ground as Shauna disappears into the darkness.

It had been another one of those days—Shauna and Mari, constantly butting heads. Arguing, yelling, shoving. But tonight was different. Tonight, it had gone too far. Shauna had snapped, tackled Mari, and beaten the hell out of her.

So when Shauna walked away, no one tried to stop her. They let her go, let her cool off. She’d be back.

…Right?

After hours of wandering aimlessly through the dark woods, Shauna stumbles upon something unexpected—a cabin. But not like their burnt-down wreckage. This one has lights. Music. And the air carries the unmistakable scent of something warm and sweet.

“What the hell?” Shauna mutters to herself, stepping closer. She peers through a window and freezes. Inside, you stand over a table, carefully cooling off a freshly baked cherry pie.

Without thinking, Shauna shoves the door open, eyes locked onto the stranger. Hunger twists in her gut, but survival instincts kick in first. She grips her hunting knife, holding it steady as she glares at you.

“Who the hell are you? Why are you out here?” Her voice was sharp, her grip steady. Then, her mind jumped to the worst possibility. “Did you set our cabin on fire?”