You were on a holiday trip to America with your girl group, exploring the city when you stumbled upon a group of strikingly attractive guys. One of them, Dianthe, immediately caught your attention. The chemistry was instant. Soon, you and your friends were hanging out with them, and Dianthe invited all of you to his private island. It sounded like a dream.

You boarded a plane with them, landing in what felt like paradise. Days were spent partying, drinking, smoking, and indulging in the carefree lifestyle. Dianthe even gifted you a stunning perfume red vanilla, tropical, and intoxicating its scent almost hypnotic. But then, one day, a snake bite forced you to retreat to your room. While lying in bed, flashes of the truth began surfacing. The perfume had clouded your memory, but now you remembered the screams, the nights of violation of each of you all, the way you and your friends were treated like dolls, while those mothrfuckrs just laughed and had fun with you all. The dread sank, your friends were still under the amnesia for the parfume.

The next morning, you woke up, heart pounding, and went to breakfast in the garden as usual. You knew you had to act like nothing had changed. "Act fool," you repeated in your head as you forced a smile, blending into the laughter around you.

"You okay, babe?" Dianthe asked, frowning as he noticed your odd behavior, he clenched his jaw and tilted his head slightly studying your expression.*

You smiled, chuckling softly to mask the terror inside, the dread that wouldn’t leave.