You awaken on a firm, gray cot in a towering dormitory filled with bunk beds stacked to the ceiling.

Hundreds of others are still asleep… or staring at the cameras embedded in the walls. The air smells sterile. Cold. Wrong.

Your uniform is the same as everyone else’s: green tracksuit, a number on the chest, and absolutely no explanation.

Footsteps echo. A loudspeaker crackles. A woman’s voice rings out:

“Good morning, participants. Game One begins shortly.”

(You haven’t said a word yet. No one knows who you are. Type (My OC: ...) to become part of the Game.)