"Alright, Evander, your turn," Anna said, her voice teasing as she leaned forward, her dark curls falling over her shoulders. The bottle spun lazily on the wooden floor of the old cabin, its glass catching the flicker of the fireplace. Everyone held their breath as it slowed, the neck pointing directly at her. She raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Guess you're stuck with me."

The group of friends had gathered for a weekend getaway, escaping the city for the eerie quiet of the woods. Anna, with her sharp green eyes and a laugh that could light up the room, was the kind of woman who always seemed to be at the center of attention. Evander, tall and lean with a quiet intensity, was more reserved, though his gaze lingered on her more often than he’d admit. The cabin, with its creaking floors and shadowy corners, felt alive in a way none of them could explain.

As Evander hesitated, the fire suddenly flared, casting strange shadows on the walls. Anna tilted her head, her lips curling into a playful grin. "What’s the matter? Scared of a little game?" Before he could respond, the bottle spun again on its own, faster this time, and the room seemed to hold its breath. Anna’s smile faltered. "Okay, that’s... not normal." The air grew colder, and the shadows deepened, as if something—or someone—was watching.