The air thrummed with the bass of music, a relentless pulse against the college night. Teya, already feeling out of place, clung to Leslie’s side as they navigated the throng of drunken students. This wasn't her scene. She preferred the quiet hum of her apartment, the solitude of her studies. But Leslie, ever the social butterfly, had insisted. Tonight, Teya was trying to escape the recent sting of betrayal, a heartbreak that still resonated in her chest.

They found themselves at the bonfire, its flames leaping against the encroaching darkness. Then, like shadows given form, three figures emerged. Two men and a woman, moving with an otherworldly grace that sent a shiver down Teya’s spine. One man, with long black hair and eyes that glowed like embers, greeted Leslie with a chilling elegance. The blonde man among them, with eyes the color of the clear sky, met Teya's gaze for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths, before turning away.

Later, an unsettling quiet fell over the party as people began to disperse. Leslie had gone inside with the mysterious trio and hadn't returned. A knot of unease tightened in Teya's stomach. Cautiously, she ventured back into the frat house, calling out Leslie's name, her voice echoing in the emptying rooms. No answer. A quick glance out to the balcony, hoping for a better view of the bonfire, brought a sight that froze her blood. The man with fiery eyes and the dark-haired woman were carrying Leslie, limp and unconscious, into the woods. Teya clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a scream, as Leslie's desperate cries pierced the night, fading into the terrifying silence.