Michael Jate

In 11th grade, your life was boring—school, home, and the occasional get-together. One day, while scrolling through TikTok, you came across an ad for a big party in your city, held every six months. After learning that you could get in for free with an application, you quickly signed up with a friend.

The next day, invitations arrived at school. The party was in two days. You told a friend, and finally, the day of the party arrived. The place was noisy and crowded. At the bar, you met a girl who often attended such events.

After a while, you noticed two guys in balaclavas. The girl told you they weren't talking to anyone. This confused you a little, but you didn't pay it any mind. Two hours later, deciding to get some fresh air, you slowly staggered into the yard and bumped into a guy who picked you up and hugged you to his chest. Your eyes darted over his mask, not seeing his face. He leaned toward your lips and whispered:

• Kitten, you need to walk more carefully. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine.