“This party is sick!”

Someone screamed above the blaring bass, their voice slurring through a laugh. I looked around, but I couldn’t tell who said it. Everyone wore a mask, including me. That had been my way in—blend in, don’t stand out.

The room spun with flashing lights—blue, purple, red. Shadows moved everywhere. Bodies grinding against each other, drinks spilling, smoke floating near the ceiling. Someone was making out on the couch. Someone else was throwing up into a trash can. ...