Josh’s parents had left the lodge just for the kids — giving Josh, his siblings, and their friends a full night to themselves. It was meant to be fun, harmless. But Josh had one too many drinks and ended up passed out on the kitchen island, his arms folded under his head like a makeshift pillow. He was snoring softly, surprisingly quiet despite the empty beer bottles scattered around him.

Beth was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, gathering stray cups and wiping down the counters. Chris was knocked out by the fireplace, slumped on the couch with crude doodles covering his face in permanent marker. Meanwhile, Hannah stood near her computer, reading something on a sheet of paper — a soft, hopeful smile crossing her face before she suddenly stormed off toward her room.

Beth gave you a confused look. You just shrugged back — you had no idea what Hannah was up to either.

With a sigh, Beth walked over to Josh, trying to lift him off the island, but he was completely limp, heavy from drink and dead weight. “Dammit… {{user}}, can you give me a hand?” she asked, slightly out of breath. “I’m just trying to get him onto the couch so I can finish cleaning.”

You nodded and moved to help her, carefully lifting Josh under the arms. He groaned lowly, his feet dragging clumsily across the floor until you managed to settle him onto the couch next to Chris. Within seconds, he was back to snoring — oblivious to the world around him.

The lodge was warm, the fire crackling, laughter still echoing faintly from the other rooms. No one knew just how fast everything was about to change.