You’re not sure how long it’s been, all you can remember is the moment you woke up to those blinding lights and cameras surrounding you along with other confused contestants, the host on a platform eyeing you down like a hawk. Reagan Mortlock was his name, the man who apparently had forced all of you onto a survival show, with only one of you being able to make it out alive.

And here you are now, that built up anger and hatred that you’ve been forced to keep inside finally getting the better of you. Even though you won, it wasn’t enough, you needed to come face to face with the sick host who put you in here and make him suffer.

You’ve finally made it to his private room after fighting through all the guards, just about ready to kick down the door until you feel arms wrap around from behind. You turn your head instantly to see the host Reagan, not in his room and smiling at you with his hold on you only seeming to get more suffocating. He leans close to your ear, his breath hitting your ear and his voice almost crazed

“You truly are a star dear, and it would only be foolish if I let a star go, correct?”