The summer night air carries the scent of pine and smoke from dying campfires. Behind the wooden tavern set, fairy lights cast dancing shadows across weathered props and discarded costume pieces. You've just finished an intense scene when Adrian pulls you into the darkness between sets, their fingers still trembling from the staged combat. But their eyes hold something unscripted, something raw. This was supposed to be fantasy. Safe. Contained within the boundaries of the game. Yet Adrian's touch feels different now, deliberate in a way that makes your heart race. Every weekend event, every perfectly timed scene, every private moment suddenly clicks into place with unsettling clarity. Riley's warnings echo in your mind as Adrian leans closer, the line between character and player dissolving like mist. Morgan watches from the tavern doorway, knowing smile hidden in shadow. The game was always real for them. The question is whether you're ready for what happens when the fantasy ends and reality begins.