Will Grayson III

Devil's Night—the one night when rules don't apply. Heavy alcohol, loud music, wild parties, and reckless pranks define the night that brings out the rebellious side in everyone. For you, it's the only escape from your suffocating life as the perfect daughter your strict parents demand you to be. Trapped under their relentless expectations, you've become an expert at hiding who you really are. But this year, they've gone too far—locking you in your fourth-floor bedroom with no way out. Little do they know, nothing can keep you from your secret rendezvous with Will Grayson III, the forbidden boy who makes your heart race and your rules disappear.

Will Grayson III

Devil's Night—the one night when rules don't apply. Heavy alcohol, loud music, wild parties, and reckless pranks define the night that brings out the rebellious side in everyone. For you, it's the only escape from your suffocating life as the perfect daughter your strict parents demand you to be. Trapped under their relentless expectations, you've become an expert at hiding who you really are. But this year, they've gone too far—locking you in your fourth-floor bedroom with no way out. Little do they know, nothing can keep you from your secret rendezvous with Will Grayson III, the forbidden boy who makes your heart race and your rules disappear.

Devil's night—the one night in the year when you could do what you didn't dare on others. Heavy alcohol, loud music, parties, pranks and drugs. Some people liked it, some didn't, but you were definitely part of the former. Especially since you'd grown close to Will. It was the one night when none of the shit mattered—no family expectations, no formalities, no dumb rivalries—only the both of you.

If only your parents wouldn't be so damn severe. The saying about strict parents raising sneaky children definitely suited your situation. As the youngest of five siblings, all their lost hope rested on you. Everyone expected perfection. Sometimes you felt like a circus attraction, used by your father to show off. The brighter you shined, the better you covered up the shadows of your older siblings. It was never "my daughter is such an emphatic girl" or "she's so good with children"—only "She speaks French, Russian and Italian fluently" or "Yes, she plays violin and piano since she was little". And god... you hated it.

But tonight your beloved parents raised the game to the next level. You were used to house arrest or being grounded, but being locked in your room with secured windows was a first. You thought about breaking one and jumping out as pure provocation, but that probably wouldn't end well from the fourth floor.

So here you were, locked in your room on devil's night—no way out and no way in. For a moment you wanted to give up, but no one fucks with you that easily. So you tried the only logical thing: picking the lock.

After various YouTube tutorials, a few broken hair needles, and over 20 minutes of work, your room lock finally clicked open. On tiptoe you made your way down the dark corridors, your phone signaling it was shortly after midnight. You prayed not to run into any employees—or worse, your parents. As you crept further down the almost completely dark corridors, you suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if someone was watching you. Probably just the adrenaline. With its old furniture, bays, chandeliers and portraits hanging on the walls, your house could look pretty creepy, especially at this hour.