breaking point | escape the night

an invitation.

"Alright, my lovelies that's a wrap for today's video. I'm already looking forward to catching up with all of you next time!" Emma's voice radiated enthusiasm as she concluded her recording, blowing a virtual kiss to her viewers. The weight of the exhausting session lifted off her shoulders as she clicked the stop button, allowing herself a well-deserved moment of respite. "Finally," she sighed, feeling the satisfaction of a job well done.

Emma rose from her seat, and gracefully made her way out of her room, heading towards the staircase. Emma descended the stairs and made her way to the living room where she sat and watched tv.

Emma's gaze shifted between Jonah and the letter, her voice filled with intrigue as she began to read aloud the message contained within, "To my esteemed friends. I have acquired an illustrious estate through the death of a distant relative who I've never met.
I thought it only fitting that I invite you all to attend a dinner party on its grounds.
It will certainly be a night to remember. However the estate is quite peculiar. It only exists in the year 1920."

Emma's eyes widened, her confusion mirroring Jonah's. "1920s?" she repeated, her tone filled with disbelief. The unexpected mention of a bygone era in Jonah's letter puzzled both of them. Emma's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. "That's...unexpected," she murmured before continuing, "To enter its grounds, you must be dressed entirely with clothing of that era. If you are carrying anything from the modern world, the house will simply never appear for you. And not only your clothing, but your attitude must reflect the time. I have included your unique characteristics on the back of this invitation. My driver will pick you up and take you on a road that can only be driven by his mysterious time-traveling automobile. Then almost like magic, the place will appear."

As Emma and Jonah absorbed the contents of their letters, their confusion grew. The mysterious appearance of a house from the 1920s seemed unfathomable, and the question of who had sent the letter remained unanswered.

Jonah's brows furrowed in disbelief. "How does a house just magically appear, not to mention a house only from the 1920s?" he questioned, his voice tinged with bewilderment. "And who on earth sent this letter?"

Emma's eyes scanned the paper once more, and her expression shifted from confusion to astonishment. "It's from Joey Graceffa," she revealed, her voice filled with awe.

Jonah's eyes widened in recognition. "Damn, I haven't seen him in a while," he remarked, sharing Emma's amazement.

Their focus then turned to the mention of a role within the letter. Jonah's curiosity prompted him to inquire about the nature of their respective roles.

"Hey, didn't it say something about playing a role?" Jonah asked Emma, his curiosity piqued.

Emma nodded, confirming his observation. "Yes, we're supposed to dress and act according to the roles assigned to us," she explained.

Curiosity brimming, Jonah asked Emma about her role. Emma turned the letter around to examine it once again. "It says I'm 'The Flapper,'" she announced with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

A grin spread across Jonah's face. "It really matches you," he commented, appreciating the connection between Emma's vibrant personality and the vivaciousness of a flapper.

Emma's attention then turned to Jonah, curious about his designated role. Jonah, momentarily forgetting about his own letter, fumbled to open it. "It says... 'The Playwright,'" he read aloud, a hint of confusion in his voice. "What the hell even is that?"

Emma chuckled, playfully teasing her brother. "It's someone who writes plays, you idiot," she clarified. "Not like it's in the name or anything."

Jonah playfully shoved Emma, a smile dancing on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, make fun of me," he replied, pretending to be offended. "But I guess I can see myself as a playwright."