[WING 1: THE SLASHER GENRE][CURRENT SANITY: 100%][SURVIVAL RATE: UNLIKELY]
The floor of the Main Hall didn't just open up; it dissolved into mud.
Elara Vance blinked. The Victorian wallpaper peeled away, replaced by towering pine trees. The smell of old books was replaced by the scent of woodsmoke, lake water, and teenage hormones.
"We are outside," Li Wusheng observed, pulling a pine needle out of his hair. "But we were just inside. The spatial geometry is inconsistent."
"It's a set change," Aldren Vance whispered, looking around. He was wearing a popped-collar polo shirt and sweater tied around his neck. "Oh no. Look at my outfit. I am a Preppy Antagonist. I am destined to die first!"
"Where are we?" Jen asked, clutching her clipboard (which was now a camp counselor's whistle).
They were standing on the shore of a dark, misty lake. A wooden sign hung crookedly from a tree: CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE (NO REFUNDS).
