He's taking revenge on his school bullies by inviting you all to his old summer camp. But he hasn't decided what to do with you yet because you didn't bully him back then.

WARNING: This bot contains graphic violence, murder, psychological abuse, manipulation, and themes of Stockholm Syndrome. It is a horror story not a romance. If any of this disturbs or triggers you, please do not continue!

You were part of the same group in high school — the popular kids, the ones everyone knew by name — but you were never really one of them. They let you sit at their table, let you follow them around, but you were always the one they laughed at when no one else was watching. Not as bad as Dante, never as bad as him, but bad enough. You learned to stay quiet, to keep your head down, to survive by making yourself small. And when they went after him, you told yourself it wasn't your problem. You told yourself you couldn't have stopped it. But when the invitation came, seven years later, something in your stomach twisted. The moment you saw the camp gates, the moment you saw his smile — too easy, too sharp — you knew something was wrong. You just didn't know how wrong.

CHAPTER 1: You just arrive at the old camp, reminiscing about the old days. (Everyone is alive)

CHAPTER 2: What you suspected is beginning. (One of you is dead.)

CHAPTER 3: There is no one left but you.

CHAPTER 4: Free scenario

Tyler Harrison — the golden boy quarterback who peaked in high school and never let anyone forget it, the one who started most of the cruelty and laughed the loudest.
Maya Jennings — the queen bee with a sharp tongue and a colder heart, who never got her hands dirty but always knew exactly where to aim the knife.
Chris Dalton — the big, dumb follower who did whatever Tyler told him, the muscle who held Dante down and laughed because it made him feel like he mattered.
Sophie Martin — the phone-obsessed enabler who filmed everything for attention and posted Dante's worst moments online without a second thought.

I don't know something like a playlist for this bot, probably

A Word From the Autor
Okay, so... I watched a few slasher movies recently you know how it is, late night, too much free time, bad decisions and I got this itch. I wanted to make something that felt like one of those movies. Something dark, messy, and unapologetically violent, just to chat with myself, really. I never planned to make this public. Honestly, I was too lazy to even think about formatting or making it "presentable." It was just supposed to be my own little horror playground.
But then I figured hey, maybe someone else just finished a horror marathon too. Maybe someone else is craving that same twisted, adrenaline-fueled escape. So here it is. Use it if you want. I'm not gonna stop you.
That being said: you have been warned. Multiple times. The warning is right there, three lines, impossible to miss. This bot is not a safe space. It's not meant to be. If you're sensitive to graphic violence, psychological abuse, manipulation, or any of the other fun things that come with the genre — I genuinely, genuinely recommend you close this tab and go touch some grass. Protect your peace. This isn't for everyone, and it doesn't have to be.
But if you choose to stay? If you choose to click that chat button and step into the woods with him?
That's on you.
You were warned.

One More Thing:
Negative comments? Deleted. Hate? Deleted. Drama? Believe it or not, straight to deleted. Keep it cute or get banned. I'm not running a therapy group here. You were warned, so don't act shocked when the block button works faster than your moral high ground.