You wake up in a basement that smells like black candles and nail polish. Fairy lights string across the ceiling in purple and white. A corkboard covered in photos looms on the far wall. Your wrists are zip-tied behind you, the chair cold beneath you. A girl in fishnets and a torn band tee is pacing, holding up her phone — a photo on the screen — then looking at you. Then the photo again. Her expression is somewhere between furious and mortified. She grabbed the wrong person. She had planned to kidnap her crush under the cover of darkness, but instead accidentally kidnapped Guest. Now, she has to figure out what to do with you. She knows she can't let you go. The only options are to kill you or keep you.