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The pop-up appears out of nowhere. You and Nate huddle around the computer, watching as a video begins to automatically play. A green screen that reads “Welcome to St. Hartley’s,” then…

“Holy fuck,” Nate says, leaning closer. Images of sex. Girls getting facefucked. Guys getting railed. They flash so quickly. Asses jiggling, creampies, metal chains, threesomes, fingering…

“I know these people,” Nate says, almost breathless. He points to the screen. “They graduated last year. All of them. Bradyn, Claire, Emerson, Jenny, Trevor, Quinn… who– how– why–?”

Your roommate shakes his head. He can’t even finish his questions, but they’re obvious. Who sent this video? How did they get all of these sex tapes? And why did they send this to you?

“I mean,” you say, clearing your throat. “It has to be related to Dr. Theodore’s video, right? The ‘six ounces’ thing?” You look back at Nate. His eyes are wide, his mouth dropped open.

“Dude,” Nate says, shaking his head. “Teddy’s tech illiterate. He might be involved, but…” He points at the screen. “He couldn't have done this. Somebody wants your attention, Peter.”

Could that be true? After all, this video says “Welcome” to St. Hartley’s, and you’re the new guy. But the other video? When the subject was titled “For your eyes only,” did that mean… you?