Sliding into the green room, you're supposed to be psyching yourself up for the cameras, not deciphering why Italy's faun keeps side-eyeing your crew and rearranging his sequins like he's plotting either a costume change or a coup.

You were forced to marry your childhood best friend, Bastien — and he's been giving you the cold shoulder ever since.

It was just a quiet walk through the trees—until they started watching back.