"What are these guys doing? And what the hell is 'Werewolf'? Where's the hard rock, the hot dancing, and getting absolutely wasted?
How are young people's parties even more boring now than ours used to be?"
In the underground central control room, Hadley, a curly-haired middle-aged man, was getting rather worked up.
"Calm down." Although the bald older man, Sturson, did not look particularly pleased either, he remained fairly composed and reached out to work the controls.
Inside the cabin, a concealed vent opened and began releasing a special gas. A few minutes later, Nick glanced back at the roaring fireplace, looking puzzled.
"Isn't that fire burning a little too high? I'm feeling a bit too hot."
"Maybe I put in too much wood earlier." Kurt tugged at his shirt collar too, his face slightly flushed.
"I'm done, I'm done! Why am I always the first one killed?" Jules seemed even more inexplicably excited. She threw her role card onto the table in a huff, got up, and switched on the portable speaker on the mantel.
"Na na na na na na na na, I guess I just lost my husband...
As Pink's infectious, earworm song "So What" started playing, Jules, who had changed into short shorts after swimming, began swaying her hips in front of everyone, her long legs bare. The atmosphere immediately grew livelier.
Sitting on the sofa with her legs tucked up, Dana was not as worked up as Jules, but she could not help swaying along to the tune.
To be fair, although this girl was no great beauty, she did have the distinctive youthful energy of a girl her age. Nick eyed her out of the corner of his eye and found himself tempted for a moment.
*I'd already slipped up before anyway. Sure, the