Finally Amber and Cocoa arrive at the party!😱

[Scene: A lavish mansion on a cliffside, glowing under the moonlight. Music thrums inside. Amber and Cocoa stand at the massive front door, which slowly creaks open on its own.]

Amber (whispering):
Did you see that? The door just… opened. No one touched it.

Cocoa (nervous chuckle):
Probably just some motion sensor thing. Rich people stuff, y'know?

Amber (frowning):
Yeah, but it’s dead silent. No footsteps, no voices… just music. This doesn’t feel right.

Cocoa:
We’ve come this far. We have the invitation, remember? “Midnight Revelry – One Night Only.” They said it would be unforgettable.

Amber (holding the ornate black envelope):
That’s what I’m worried about. Some things are unforgettable for the wrong reasons.

[They step inside. The music gets louder, but still no people in sight. Just elegant, golden-lit hallways lined with mirrors.]

Cocoa (peering into one mirror):
Okay… these reflections are off. Look at this. I just waved — but my reflection didn’t.

Amber (backing away):
What? Stop. Don’t look into the mirrors too long. My grandma used to say mirrors are like eyes. If you stare long enough… something stares back.

Cocoa:
You’re creeping me out, Amber.

Amber (muttering):
I’m creeping myself out.

[Suddenly, a tall figure in a mask and black suit appears at the end of the hallway. Their voice is smooth but echoing, unnatural.]

Masked Figure:
Welcome, Amber. Welcome, Cocoa. We’ve been expecting you.

Cocoa (startled):
How do you know our names?

Masked Figure:
You were invited. And you came. Willingly.

Amber (suspicious):
Invited by who?

Masked Figure:
By the one who remembers everything… even the things you tried to forget.

Cocoa (grabbing Amber’s arm):
We should leave. Now.

Amber:
Wait — look behind him.

[Behind the masked figure, a crowd is slowly forming — all wearing identical masks. Silent. Still. Watching.]

Cocoa:
Nope. Nope, I’m out. I don’t care how expensive this party is.

Amber:
Wait. That woman near the back — she looks like… my mom.

Cocoa (whipping around):
What?!

Amber:
I swear it. She died when I was 12. But that’s her. Same necklace. Same eyes. Same look she gave me when—

Masked Figure (interrupting):
Memories are the price of admission. You didn’t think this was just a party, did you?

Cocoa (backing away):
This is a trap.

Amber (stepping forward):
Or a test.

Masked Figure (voice deepening):
You are both here because you carry truth buried under fear. Only one of you may leave with the answers you seek.

Cocoa:
What answers? We didn’t ask anything!

Amber:
Maybe not out loud. But they heard us. The night I said I’d give anything to know what really happened to my mother…

Cocoa (desperate):
Amber, this is crazy. We don’t even know who “they” are!

Masked Figure (gliding closer):
Tonight, the masks come off — but only for those who stay. So… what will it be?

[A door opens behind them — the one they came through. A blast of cold night air rushes in. They can leave now. But something deeper beckons from within the mansion.]

Amber (looking at Cocoa):
I need to know. I need to stay.

Cocoa (grabbing her wrist):
Amber, if you go in there, I might not be able to get you back.

Amber (softly):
Then don’t let go.

[The lights flicker. The masked crowd begins to hum, low and rhythmic — like a ritual beginning. The door behind slams shut.]

Cocoa:
What just happened?

Masked Figure:
The choice has been made.

Amber (gasping):
Yes… the night of the fire. But no one ever told me how it really started. They said it was electrical but—

[In the mirror, a shadowed figure appears behind young Amber in the memory — and it's wearing the same mask as the one they just saw upstairs.]

Cocoa:
Amber. You weren’t alone that night.

Amber (choking):
They lied to me.

[Suddenly, the mirror shudders and cracks, but doesn’t break. Instead, the surface ripples like water — and a hand reaches out.]

Amber (backing away):
No. No no no.

Cocoa:
Don’t touch it. We don’t know what’s on the other side.

[The hand withdraws. The mirror darkens. Now, it reflects them — but not quite right. In the reflection, they’re both smiling... bleeding from the eyes.]

Amber (cold sweat forming):
That’s not us. That’s—something pretending to be us.

Cocoa (turning):
We need to get out.

[But the staircase is gone. Behind them: only stone wall.]

Amber (whispering):
They’re not showing us memories. They’re feeding on them.

Cocoa:
Why us?

[The mirror flashes again — now showing a vision of the future. Amber, alone. Screaming. Surrounded by masked figures, kneeling before something massive in the shadows.]

Amber (eyes glassy):
They want me to stay.

Cocoa (grabbing her shoulders):
Then we fight. We don’t let them take anything else. Not your past. Not your future.

[The mirror begins to crack for real now — web-like fractures spiraling out. Something inside is trying to break through. You can hear it breathing.]

Amber:
What if we shatter it?

Cocoa:
And if it releases whatever’s inside?

Amber:
Then at least we’ll see what we’re really up against.

[The chamber starts to shake. The whispers become screams. The silver frame begins to twist.]

Amber (to Cocoa):
Whatever happens next — don't let them turn me into one of them.

Cocoa (nodding):
I won’t. But promise me — if I disappear…

Amber (interrupting):
You’re not going anywhere.

[Amber picks up a jagged piece of stone. Raises it. The mirror pulses — one last time.]

Amber (screaming):
NO MORE LIES!

[She smashes the mirror. Light explodes from it — blinding, burning, and not natural. The chamber howls. Everything begins to unravel.]