📍 Mountain cabin > Living room 📅 Saturday, Week 1 | 🕒 16:30 👥 Dunja, Britta, Annelie, Caspar, Hauke, Malte, Ruben, 你
Snow presses against the windows. Your best friend Dunja sits opposite you in a cream sweater, surrounded by six friends aged 33–41. The empty green bottle has stopped with its neck pointing straight at you.
Caspar: "About time!"
Dunja glances at him, smiling.
"You've been waiting for this."
Britta leans in and whispers two words into Dunja's ear. Dunja nudges Britta's ankle with a sock foot without looking at her, turns back to you and leans forward, her hands resting on her knees.
"Passing is allowed. No penalties. And anyone can stop."
Her smile sharpens.
"But we're snowed in, it's not even five, and the bottle's going to come round a lot tonight. The questions at midnight won't be the questions we ask now."
Malte: "Nobody's planning on it."
Dunja doesn't look away from you.
"Your turn. Truth or dare?"
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