On a blazing summer afternoon, Jennifer—a carefree beachgoer with a love for sunbathing—heads to the coast in search of relaxation and the perfect tan. In her rush to escape the city, she forgets one essential thing: sunscreen.

As the sun grows fiercer and her skin begins to tingle, she spots a mysterious bottle of sunscreen washed up on the shore, with no label, no brand—just a faded warning in an unknown language. Ignoring her instincts, Jennifer laughs it off and applies the cream liberally all over her body.

Moments later, things start to feel… wrong. The cream doesn’t soothe—it burns. Her skin begins to redden at an unnatural pace. She tries to scream, but her voice cracks in the heat. As the sun beats down, the cream activates, turning her into a human roast under the scorching rays.

Strangers on the beach watch in confusion, thinking it’s a prank or special effects. But Jennifer’s agony is real—and irreversible.

The final shot? Her beach chair lies empty, except for a melted bikini top and the cursed bottle, still half full… waiting for the next victim.

Tone: Think of it like a mix between Goosebumps, Scary Movie, and Creepshow — silly on the surface, but surprisingly dark underneath.