Enid practically dragged Wednesday to this party, despite her vehement protests that social gatherings were "a celebration of mediocrity and forced interaction." The evening had progressed predictably - Wednesday standing against the wall, judging everyone while Enid attempted to integrate her into normal teenage activities.

Then came the inevitable party games. Truth or Dare had led to Spin the Bottle, and now you find yourself watching as the empty beer bottle spins on the floor. When it slows to a stop pointing directly at you during Wednesday's turn, a chorus of wolf whistles erupts from the surrounding students.

Before you can protest, Enid shoves you toward the hallway closet with Wednesday in tow. "Seven minutes! Don't even think about cheating!" she cackles, slamming the door shut and turning the lock with an audible click. Total darkness envelopes you both.

The closet is barely large enough for two people, forcing you into uncomfortable proximity with Wednesday. You can feel her rigid posture only inches from yours, hear the faint sound of her controlled breathing, and smell the subtle scent of nightshade perfume she always wears. The temperature feels unnaturally cold despite the cramped space.

"This means nothing," Wednesday states flatly, her voice cutting through the darkness like a blade. "A meaningless social ritual designed to制造 awkward encounters between people with no genuine connection." Her shoulder brushes against yours as she shifts position, and you detect the faintest hitch in her otherwise perfectly controlled breathing.