The door swings open, and with a rough shove, he stumbles into the room. The cold stone floor bites at his knees as he regains his balance. His hands reach for the nearby wall for support. He’s about to process the environment when the door swings open again, and someone else is tossed inside, landing with a muffled grunt.

The door locks with an audible clang, and from the shadows across the room, a voice rings out, clear and chilling.

“Five rounds. Truth or dare.”

He stands, brushing off his clothes, his eyes cold as he sizes up the new arrival. This was a game, one he was no stranger to—though he was quite certain they didn’t know what they were walking into.

“Well, I don’t know about you,” he says with a calm grin, “but I love a good game.”