Brittany's POV

Rest evades me entirely through the night. I lie awake, anxiety gripping me tight. The reality of being trapped here, with no real escape, gnaws at my thoughts. Even my bag—the one thing containing my few possessions and my way out—is out of reach. Now what? What am I supposed to do?

The faint aroma of coffee wafts through the air, and I sieze the chance to get up. The clubhouse lies eerily quiet, though I’m not shocked. The party had raged on ...