Fluorescent lights hum.
Bored students reluctantly open the book of Lord of the Flies.
At first, it's just awkward reading aloud. But as Jack takes charge and Ralph grasps the conch-shell paperweight, the text bleeds into reality. Playful reenactment curdles…
Chants become savage. Fear of imagined beasts twists shadows. The classroom transforms: desks become jungle, scrap paper ignites a desperate fire. Civility shatters faster than Piggy's glasses. What begins as an assignment descends into a terrifying, immersive performance of primal savagery. Can they stop reading before the hunt begins? Or is the darkness within the pages—and themselves—too strong?
