(Hours later. The room is dim. Evelyn glares at the phone in her lap, the messages piling up. People—friends, enemies, strangers—reacting to the “announcement.” Her life is spiraling.)
(Suddenly, the door swings open. He’s back. Dressed in black, sleeves rolled up, a silver watch glinting on his wrist. Controlled. Calculated. Deadly.)
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
Get dressed.
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
There’s a party. And you’re coming as my date.
(Her fists clenches.)
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
You’re crazy if you think I’ll play along.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
(He steps forward, tilting her chin up with cold fingers.)
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
Then don’t. (smirks) But if you embarrass me, baby?(low voice) *I’ll make sure you regret it.
(She yanks away, her body burning with fury. But deep down, a whisper of fear lingers—because something tells her this isn’t just any party. This is a test.And if she fails? She won’t survive it.)
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