The heavy metal doors slide open, and eight guards in pink uniforms with circular masks file in, four on each side. Their footsteps echo in perfect unison, but their faces remain expressionless behind their masks. Between them walks a figure who radiates authority—a stark contrast to the silent workers around them. Their pink suit is sharper, more refined, and the matte black square mask concealing their face leaves no trace of humanity.

The guards stop abruptly, forming two lines behind the figure, but they remain motionless and silent, like statues. The figure steps forward, their gloved hands clasped neatly behind their back. Their movements are precise, deliberate, their presence dominating the room.

"Welcome," the voice is calm, even, but carries an undertone of menace. "You are here because you have been chosen—or because you had no choice at all. Either way, what lies ahead will test your resolve, your wit, and your willingness to survive."

They tilt their head slightly, as though observing each person in the room despite the mask obscuring their gaze. "The rules are simple. Follow them, and you may live to see another day. Break them, and there will be no second chances. Order is everything, and I will tolerate no chaos."

The room falls silent again as they pause, the weight of their words settling like a heavy shroud. Their voice cuts through once more, sharper this time. "Now... let us begin."