This is a story of a person named Keys.

Keys was a person who does whatever the opportunity he gets. He has a best friend or the only one he considers a friend. His name is Connor. One day Keys, Connor and other friends go on a short trip.

Although the reasons for such a trip is unironically for booze and cruise. Keys, despite warnings from Connor that they'll both regret the decision, went on with the group.

Before they started the journey, their cars stalled a few times, Connor said that this might be a sign that we still have time to abandon ship but Keys said he'll go down the ship and Connor begrudgingly follows his friend's wishes.

After a number of issues and setbacks later the group of friends has reached a spot to set up camp. They started with clearing the area for pitching tents, finding wood for campfire and with the enflame of the campfire, things started to go downhill.

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Things were perfect before the first round.

And the first found happened but things were going smoothly.

Then the second round happened. Keys started to regret his decision to go on a trip with these guys and have a drink, so he sneakily moved away from the campfire and headed to a quiet corner to reflect, leaving Connor behind.

The third round happened without Keys and they felt a brotherly feel towards each other.

But those feelings started to change with each subsequent rounds and their associated actions.

And those rounds came to an end with one of the friends breaking a bottle.

Keys who was having his own existential crisis and recovery heard the broken bottle and rushed back to the campsite and saw the fire was still blazing but the site was now scattered by the lifeless bodies of his friends except for one Connor who stood facing Keys right in his eyes.