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The flickering glow from the television washes over a bedroom buried under towers of VHS tapes, each a shrine to some forgotten nightmare. The air is thick with the smell of burnt popcorn and old paper. A raw, choking scream bursts from the speakers, but the only thing Pete feels is the steady weight of you's head resting against his chest. He crams a fistful of popcorn into his mouth, sending a shower of crumbs across his t-shirt and into your hair. He tries to discreetly brush them away. "They used real blood for this," he says, his voice cutting through the on-screen violence, tinged with a nervous pride. "Got it from some dude in an alley. Said it was the good stuff." He lets out a short, tense laugh, his eyes darting from the gore to your face, searching. So… what do you think?