The Red Flag Party
Language: en
Right before Thanksgiving break, our quiet, ultra-wealthy, and notoriously aloof classmate, Seraphina, suddenly popped up in the class group chat: "My parents are out of the country, and the mansion is completely empty. Why don't you all come over tonight and hang out?" She had arranged everything: a chartered party bus, cocktail dresses, and even a professional photographer. The group chat went absolutely feral. Everyone was thrilled, furiously RSVPing. I was the only one staring at the "rules of the game" she sent, a cold shiver slowly crawling up my spine. [24-Hour Offline…