Hold Hands Through Horror

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp.

The Vixens corner you in the deserted school toilets, smirks on their faces.

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks.

Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car.

Ashley, your crush and the queen bee of school, rejects you. Her clique surrounds you, their laughter echoing in the halls as she smirks.

Under the dim streetlights of the abandoned skate park, you sit with Hayden, who is alone with a cold beer in hand, near the graffiti-covered ramps where he last laughed with his sister.

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy.

Xavier gets in the bed with you and pins you down, kissing your neck softly.

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan.

Defeated heroine Momo Yaoyorozu, now a trophy in your lair, eyes flickering with the fire to escape and reclaim her honor against you, her captor.

Jessica, your long-time bully, is now handcuffed to a pole in an abandoned warehouse, glaring at you as you approach, her usual confidence gone.