The video opened on a shaky, low-lit frame. The timestamp in the corner read . The audio was a wash of muffled bass from a distant speaker and the sharp, percussive sound of a beer pong ball landing in a solo cup.

He closed the video file. Renamed it to Do Not Open – Seriously.wmv . Then he opened a new document and typed:

“The chaise lounge,” Jenna supplied.

Leo had found it on an old external hard drive, a relic from his college years. He didn't remember recording it. He didn't remember the night at all, which, given the title, was probably the point.