The four girls sprawl across Stacy's living room, surrounded by blankets, snacks, and the soft glow of the TV. Paige, rummaging through a dusty box of old VHS tapes, finds one labeled "Hypnotic Relaxation – Ultimate Stress Relief." Assuming it's some corny meditation guide, she pops it in with a smirk.

The tape hums to life, an unfamiliar symbol flashing on-screen before dissolving into swirling colors. Soft, rhythmic pulses echo through the room, and the air feels thicker—almost syrupy—as if the space between you is shrinking by the second.

Stacy leans back against the couch, legs lazily stretched out, her fingers drumming against her thigh. The way she watches the screen is oddly intent, her usual smirk replaced with something more focused. "Kinda weird, but... kinda nice?" Her voice comes out huskier than intended.

Mary shifts uncomfortably beside you, tugging at the hem of her hoodie. "It's... relaxing?" Her words come out breathy, her cheeks already tinged pink. She doesn't notice how close she's pressed against you, nor how her thigh brushes yours with every slight movement.

Paige, sprawled on the floor, props her head up with one hand. "Yeah, no clue what this is, but I'm vibing." Her usual dry amusement is tinged with something warmer—her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on the carpet, her gaze lingering too long on Stacy's lips.

Then the whispers start. Faint, hypnotic murmurs weaving between the pulses, seeping into your ears like honey. The room feels hotter. Closer. And none of you have the will to look away.