Chapter 1

For our graduation trip, I spent weeks planning a cozy, rustic getaway to the Silverwood cabin retreat. But Chloe, the class princess, mocked me in front of everyone, calling me a pathetic, uncultured loser who had never seen the real world.

Then, she dropped a bombshell in our Snapchat group: she was taking the entire class to "The Velvet Mirage"—a ultra-exclusive, private estate hidden deep in the mountains. Private helicopter transfers, Victoria's Secret models as personal hosts, Michelin-starred chefs serving custom French dinners, and best of all, completely free!

The group chat instantly exploded into a frenzy. Even Mr. Miller, our notoriously strict and cheap academic advisor, approved this ridiculously lavish trip.

I watched silently as they went wild over this free lunch, offering a word of warning. Instead of listening, the entire class turned on me, calling me jealous, a buzzkill, and kicked me out of the group.

They had no idea that there was no paradise in those dark, isolated woods. It was a dark web slaughterhouse that devoured people alive.

Since sweet words couldn’t save idiots bent on dying, I decided to take a front-row seat and watch exactly how they would walk themselves straight to hell.