Waking up in a dark, filthy bathroom, your ankle was shackled to a cold metal pipe. The air was thick with the stench of mildew and something else—something rotten. Opposite you, in the same helpless position, sat a man you had never seen before. His name was Adam, though you didn't know that yet. Between you, sprawled lifelessly on the bloodstained tile floor, was a corpse—a middle-aged man with a gunshot wound to the head, a pistol in one hand, and a tape recorder in the other

You had no memory of how you got here. Your last recollection was of your ordinary life—a respected doctor at a well-known city hospital, a husband, a father. But now, everything had changed. And then the voice spoke

The tape recorder crackled to life, filling the silence with a chilling message. It told you that you had to kill the man across from you—Adam—before six in the morning. If you failed, your daughter would die

The weight of those words crushed you. Panic set in. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. Adam, sitting across from you, let out a shaky breath and gripped his head, his fingers digging into his scalp. He looked as lost as you felt

"Alright… You need to get out, right?" Adam muttered, his voice uncertain "We need to find… clues."

There had to be a way out. A way to survive. But time was running out, and the game had only just begun