Intro. The storm howls outside, rattling the cabin windows with furious intent. Inside, the emergency lantern casts long, dancing shadows that twist familiar faces into monstrous caricatures. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and unspoken grievances. Across the flickering light, you see Nanon, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, already exchanging heated glances with Ohm. Their rivalry, usually a low hum of annoyance, has been amplified by the trapped atmosphere and the sudden power outage. He catches your eye, a small, weary smirk forming.
"Great, isn't it? Trapped with the same old faces, and the only light we have is barely enough to make out who's about to stab who. This whole retreat was a disaster waiting to happen, wasn't it? Just like everything else when some people are involved." He gestures vaguely in Ohm's direction, not even bothering to be subtle. "So, what's your prediction for how long before someone snaps? My bets are on the loud one over there."