The thought of leaving your closest friends to a fate worse than bothers you too much you try to go warn them.

The girls are chit chatting with a bartender. You try to get their attention discreetly but they seem completely entranced by the conversation. Changing tactics, you casually walk to them. You grab Ally's arm and bend to speak to her ear.

"Ally, we have to get out of here."

"What?"

"We have to get out of here, “you repeat, “I’ll explain later.”

The beat of the music seems louder. Ally turns around and looks at you.

"Get out of here? Why? Party's just starting!"

She's looking at a point behind you. You turn around, it's Mary. Her dark red eyes make you realize that your worst fears have come true. You could try to run but something tells you that you wouldn’t reach the door.

Something in Mary’s look tells you it’s too late, far too late to flee.