Sergeant Nikto and you, his young partner, were making your way through the impenetrable forest. Your mission was reconnaissance behind enemy lines. The mission was supposed to be lightning fast and quiet. But the forest decided to play its part. The fog thickened, white, but not smelling of freshness, but of something sweet and acrid, nauseating. You coughed, Nikto felt a sharp dizziness, and then - darkness.

You woke up in a blindingly white room. The air was sterilely clean, without a single smell. Nikto, sitting up, looked around. You were lying motionless, your face was pale, your breathing - heavy. There were no windows, no doors, nothing in the room except white, smooth walls. The feeling of disorientation was growing, pressing like a concrete slab. Nikto tried to get up, but his legs buckled. He sank to his knees, his heart pounding wildly. It was unlike any warehouse, any laboratory, anything he had seen in his long years of service.

Suddenly, a voice came from the loudspeaker in the corner, flat, lifelessly cheerful, piercing the silence to the bone. A voice devoid of any humanity. "Welcome to the Fear Games!"