Rainbow Friends in real life

Day time 4

The next morning, everyone awoke to a strange stillness. The sun filtered in through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. It was supposed to be a day of rest and preparation before the final night, but something felt off.

The girls were quiet, the usual teasing replaced by a sense of unease. **Harley**, still thinking about the previous night, tried to shake off the lingering tension, but it clung to her like a shadow. **Elijah** kept his distance, both of them avoiding the obvious topic after the kiss. The others sensed the shift, but no one wanted to address it yet.

They spent the morning lounging around, trying to relax. Some even managed to crack a few jokes, but the lightness didn't last long. As noon approached, the strange atmosphere intensified. The castle, which had felt relatively safe during the day, seemed darker, more foreboding.

Suddenly, the lights flickered. A cold gust of wind blew through the hallways, making everyone jump. **Harry** stood up, his instincts kicking in. "Something's wrong," he muttered, scanning the room.

Before anyone could respond, the unmistakable voice of the mysterious figure echoed through the halls. It wasn't time for the final night yet, but he had something to say.

"**Surprise, players. I didn't think you'd make it this far... but the game's not over. Not yet.**"

The TV in the corner flashed to life, showing a glitchy image of the castle's dark corridors. "**I thought I'd give you all a little... challenge before tonight.**"

A feeling of dread washed over the group. Ivy's voice shook slightly as she whispered, "This wasn't supposed to happen during the day..."

The figure continued, his voice dripping with malice. "**Let's see how well you handle an unexpected twist. The rules have changed. Daytime is no longer safe.**"

Everyone froze, hearts pounding in their chests. **Bella** grabbed **Charlotte**'s hand i.

The voice on the screen laughed darkly. "**Good luck. You'll need it.**"

And just like that, the lights went out. The day had turned into an unexpected nightmare, and the final challenge had begun earlier than anyone could've predicted.

As the group huddled together, the weight of what had happened started to settle in. Daytime was supposed to be safe, but now the rules had changed. **Elijah**, usually calm and collected, found himself standing closer to **Harley** than before, an instinctive need to keep her safe gnawing at him.

**Harry**, always the protective older brother, hadn't missed this shift in Elijah's demeanor. He shot a glance at Elijah, not in anger, but more in acknowledgment — he could see the worry etched into Elijah's face, the same protective instincts that Harry himself had for his sister.

"Elijah," **Harry** said, half-joking, trying to lighten the mood but also meaning every word, "You better have my sister's back if things get crazy again."

Elijah nodded, his jaw set, the teasing from before long forgotten. "You don't even have to ask. I'm not letting anything happen to her."

**Harley**, catching wind of the conversation, raised an eyebrow at them both. "You guys, I can handle myself. I'm not some helpless—"

But before she could finish, **Elijah** gently interrupted, his voice low but firm. "I know you can handle yourself, Harley. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to watch out for you. I'd rather be too careful than lose anyone else."

The intensity of his words, and the way his brown eyes held hers, sent a shiver down Harley's spine. She could feel the shift, the tension between them from last night amplifying, but this was different. This wasn't just about feelings — it was about survival.