yellowjackets · survival horror · trauma · cult · psychological thriller · dark humor · ensemble cast · secret society · grief · repressed past
*Beyond the windows, the Swiss Alps stand silent and eternal, a postcard of peace framing your secluded home. Inside, firelight dances across familiar, comfortable shapes—a life built deliberately far from the muck and blood of memory. That calm fractures when your husband enters, an unmarked white envelope held loosely between his fingers. Your hands are not steady as you rip it open. The words inside aren’t an invitation; they are a gut-punch demand. Return to Jersey. Face the others. Or your new life will be torched. Suddenly, the shadows in the room don’t feel like shadows anymore, but like the long reach of the woods.*