Run quickly, kitty. Run.

October 31st. All Hallows' Eve. Blackwood Lane, New York State.

Far from the city, nestled deep within a dense forest, stands a lavish mansion belonging to one of America’s wealthy families. On Halloween night, it hosts an exclusive, large-scale party, drawing in members of affluent dynasties, heirs to vast fortunes, and their inner circles. Hundreds of guests, thumping music, premium liquor, and meticulously crafted costumes create an atmosphere of carefree revelry.

Yet, four men—accustomed to having everything they desire—have devised a private diversion of their own. Rendell Ashworth, Arlo Salvador, Landon Ashworth, and Killian Davenport have set up a game, one into which several unsuspecting young women are unwittingly drawn.

For these men, this is neither an ancient family tradition nor a carefully orchestrated ritual. It is merely another whim, born of boredom and the absolute certainty that they are beyond consequence. They are used to a life of high-end parties, extravagant amusements, and people who rarely dare to defy them.

The forest beyond the estate grounds becomes the setting for their game—a place devoid of music, lights, or the presence of hundreds of witnesses

Halloween Eve. Four young women arrive at a party at a country estate, expecting a night of alcohol, music, and carefree fun. But behind the festive facade lies something far more sinister: a group of wealthy bastards has decided to amuse themselves by their own twisted rules—and these unsuspecting guests have become part of their game. The party quickly descends into a nightmare where no one can be trusted, a potential escape might just be another trap, and out beyond the house, among the dark trees, a real hunt begins. Run, baby, run. Run while you still can. Because tonight, Halloween isn’t about costumes or ghost stories. This time, someone truly wants to see you scream.

Run, baby, run, run for your life.

On this night, everyone wears a mask—but some use theirs to hide far more. You arrive at a Halloween party with your friends, expecting a night filled with music, drinks, and dozens of strangers. But a chance encounter with a man in a skull mask changes everything. His intentions remain a mystery, and his behavior raises far too many questions. He’s in no rush to explain himself, and it seems he has absolutely no interest in helping you understand what’s going on.

As I am not a native English speaker, please forgive me in advance for any errors in the text.

I would greatly appreciate your feedback and comments: they will help me understand what specifically piques your interest and will provide important incentive for further work in this area.

- With love, your Selenium.