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Three handsome, muscular IDF soldiers, Avi, Ben, and Caleb, attend a rowdy house party. While exploring, they stumble upon a hidden room filled with tiny, shrunken white kittens destined for culling. After finding and smoking from a glass pipe, their altered state leads them to play dark dares with the kittens, beginning with squeezing and culminating in one of them swallowing a kitten, all justified by the kittens' grim fate.
Characters
Avi
supporting
A handsome, muscular young man with short, neatly cropped dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He has a fair skin tone with a slight tan. He wears a meticulously fitted, realistic IDF combat uniform in olive green, complete with a tactical vest, sturdy combat boots, and tight black shiny nitrile gloves. He carries himself with a quiet intensity.
Caleb
supporting
A handsome, muscular young man with a short, buzz-cut hairstyle and intense dark green eyes. He has a tan skin tone. He wears a fitted, realistic IDF combat uniform in olive green, complete with a tactical vest, sturdy combat boots, and tight black shiny nitrile gloves. He maintains a calm, unfazed demeanor, often shrugging.
Ben
supporting
A handsome, muscular young man with wavy, medium-length black hair styled slightly to the side, and warm brown eyes. He has a medium olive skin tone. He wears a fitted, realistic IDF combat uniform in olive green, complete with a tactical vest, sturdy combat boots, and tight black shiny nitrile gloves. He is expressive with his hands and facial expressions.
Page 1
Panel 1: WIDE SHOT of a crowded, dimly lit 'lad’s only' house party. Music is loud, people are drinking and talking. In the foreground, AVI, BEN, and CALEB stand together. They are handsome and muscular, wearing fitted IDF uniforms and tight black shiny nitrile gloves, looking a bit out of place but also observing the scene with a shared, quiet intensity.
“BEN: This place is a madhouse. Caleb, thought you said it was chill.”
Panel 2: MEDIUM SHOT on the three soldiers as they navigate through the crowd. They move with a purposeful stride, Avi leading slightly. Their uniforms are pristine, gloves gleaming under the flickering party lights.
“CALEB: Chill enough, Ben. Just gotta find our own corner. Or maybe something interesting.”
Panel 3: CLOSE UP on Avi's hand, gloved, tracing a faint line on a wall panel. Behind him, Ben and Caleb peer over his shoulder. The wall looks ordinary, but a barely visible seam suggests a hidden door.
“AVI: Hold on. This isn't just a wall.”
Panel 4: PULL BACK SHOT. The three soldiers, Avi, Ben, and Caleb, are framed in the doorway of a small, dusty, secret room. Their expressions shift from curiosity to surprise, then a flicker of something darker. The room is dimly lit, and on a low shelf, several tiny, shrunken white kittens are visible, huddled together.
“BEN: What the hell? Kittens?”
Page 2
Panel 1: CLOSE UP on one of the tiny, shrunken white kittens. It looks frail and vulnerable, no bigger than a palm. In the background, slightly out of focus, Avi, Ben, and Caleb's gloved hands are visible, one pointing, another reaching out tentatively.
“CALEB: And they look... sickly. Like they're not meant to live.”
Panel 2: MEDIUM SHOT of Ben kneeling, his gloved hand reaching under a dusty cloth on a table. He pulls out a sleek, glass pipe, glinting in the dim light. Avi and Caleb watch, their expressions unreadable.
“BEN: Well, well. What have we here?”
Panel 3: CLOSE UP on the three soldiers' faces, illuminated by the flickering flame of a lighter held by Avi. Ben inhales deeply from the glass pipe, his eyes half-closed. Caleb watches, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
“AVI: Just a little something to... enhance the evening.”
Panel 4: FULL SHOT of the room. The three soldiers are now standing, looking down at the kittens with wide, dilated eyes. Their initial surprise has given way to an unnerving curiosity, almost a predatory glint. The air is thick with smoke.
“CALEB: So, these little guys... they're meant to be culled, right? Just waste space.”
Page 3
Panel 1: CLOSE UP on Avi's face, a unsettling grin spreading across it. His eyes are glossy and unfocused. In the background, the huddle of tiny kittens on the shelf is visible.
“AVI: Since they're getting culled anyway... why not have a little fun?”
Panel 2: MEDIUM SHOT of the three soldiers forming a huddle, looking down at the kittens. Ben holds one tiny kitten in his gloved palm, examining it with a detached curiosity. Caleb produces a small, mischievous smile.
“BEN: Dares. We play dares. What's the first one?”
Panel 3: CLOSE UP on Ben's gloved hand, holding the tiny white kitten. His thumb and forefinger are gently but firmly pressing into its sides. The kitten's eyes are wide, a silent, helpless plea. Ben's expression is a mix of morbid fascination and drug-induced detachment.
“CALEB: Squeezing. See how much it can take.”
Panel 4: WIDE SHOT of the three soldiers. Avi and Caleb watch Ben, who is holding the kitten. Ben's face shows a strange, almost childlike wonder mixed with the sinister act. The kitten is still, small, and fragile in his grip. The shadows in the room seem to deepen around them.
“AVI: Impressive. Your turn, Caleb.”
Page 4
Panel 1: CLOSE UP on Caleb's gloved hand, holding another tiny white kitten. His fingers are curled around it, almost tenderly. He brings it closer to his face, his eyes fixed on it with an intense, unsettling gaze. Avi and Ben watch expectantly in the blurry background.
“CALEB: Squeezing is for amateurs. Let's try... swallowing.”
Panel 2: EXTREME CLOSE UP on Caleb's mouth. His lips are slightly parted, and the tiny kitten is just disappearing past them. Only its hind legs and tail are briefly visible before vanishing completely. The image is quick, grotesque, and disturbing.
“No dialogue.”
Panel 3: MEDIUM SHOT of Caleb, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. His eyes are wide, a mix of shock, triumph, and something deeply disturbed. Avi and Ben stare at him, a flicker of awe and revulsion on their faces, but also a dark admiration.
“BEN: Holy... You actually did it.”
Panel 4: WIDE SHOT of the three soldiers. Caleb stands center, still somewhat disoriented but with a dark satisfaction. Avi and Ben look at him, then turn their gaze to the remaining handful of tiny, shrunken white kittens on the shelf. The kittens huddle together, seemingly smaller, more terrified. The soldiers' faces are now fully consumed by a chilling, drug-fueled depravity, ready for the next 'dare'.
“AVI: Well, what's next? We've got plenty more where that came from.”
