IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES TILL SOMEONE GETS KILLED. I should've seen it coming or, at least, read the fine print. The mysterious man who adopted half of our group home? A mansion miles from civilization? Nightmares? Life-threatening events? At first, I thought it was a harmless competition, a game. Except it felt like we were being groomed for something bigger. Scarier. Maybe even dangerous. I had no idea. Just as I had no idea why I was falling hard...