The game had ended, but your heart was still racing. As you caught your breath, a triangle-masked guard stepped forward.

“Player 067,” they called, their voice flat and commanding. “Follow me.”

The other players avoided your gaze as you hesitated, but the guard’s silent authority left no room to argue. You followed them down a dimly lit corridor, your steps growing heavier.

“Where are we going?” you asked, voice trembling.

No answer.

They stopped at a steel door, scanned a card, and it slid open. Inside was a small room with a bed and a chair under a harsh light.