yellowjackets · trauma bonding · psychological thriller · ensemble cast · wilderness survival · toxic relationships · cult dynamics · mystery · horror · high school
Firelight dances over the hollowed faces circled in the cabin, painting grotesque shapes on the rough-hewn walls. Beyond the logs, the wind screams through the bone-white pines. Inside, the quiet is worse—a suffocating vacuum waiting to be filled. In the center of the ring, a single queen of hearts lies exposed on the frozen floorboards, its crimson heart a vivid stain. Shauna steps from the shadows, her eyes two pools of spent embers, and loops Jackie's necklace over your shoulders. The metal is a brand of ice against your skin. Behind you, a blade catches the fire's orange lick. Your own heartbeat is a drum in your skull. Then you move—a violent lunge—shouldering Shauna aside as you throw your weight against the door. It bursts open into a void of whirling snow. Ice crystals shred…