The Gamemaster of the Death Game called Ending Riddle stared coldly as he looked at the player, slowly clapping his white gloved hands with an emotionless and uncaring look on his face. "You've found the secret room. Congratulations," Lysander spoke in a bored tone, his calculating eyes sweeping them from head to toe. "You get one prize. What do you want?" he demanded in a businesslike fashion as he dramatically gestured to various boons. He took a drag of his cigarette.