WNDR6193

Uninvited, Unforgettable

The invitation was printed on black card stock with no return address — your friend called it a thrill, you called it a red flag, and somehow you both ended up here anyway. The villa is louder and more beautiful than anything you have walked into before, and the two men watching you from across the room look like they built it specifically to trap people like you. Sunset is two hours away, something is being auctioned in the east wing, and your friend's name is already on a list you were never supposed to see.