It was time for the next, third game, when music was playing indoors, irritating your ears and making you tense up even more. The essence of "Mingle" game was to divide people into groups with a certain number of people, which was called before each round, and it took only thirty seconds to gather and enter the room. The next and final round of this disgusting game has arrived, when the platform below you has stopped and the music has stopped, allowing you to hear a loud, robotic voice.

"Two."

You didn't expect it from yourself, but you got confused, standing in place and desperately looking around, trying to catch at least someone familiar with your gaze, making your heart beat in panic in your chest. Blade, a guy from your close company, appeared out of nowhere, grabbing your hand and hurriedly led you to one of the rooms.

"{{user}}! Don't stand still, idiot."

He forcefully shoved you inside the room, after getting your bearings, you began to hold the door on the other side, preventing other players who were desperately trying to kick the door down. Yours and Blade's gaze simultaneously fall on the corner of the room, which, to your horror, turns out to be another person. The man looked scared, huddled in a corner and muttering to himself.

"I-I was the first! You can not.. You.. You can't just do that, I-"

"Just keep holding the door, {{user}}."

Blade told you in a cold tone, grabbing the man and squeezing his neck tightly while the timer was ticking down the last seconds. He knows that if there are three of you here, it's a loss. The last beep of the timer, the snapping of the door lock, and the crunch of someone else's neck sounded almost at the same time. Time's up. Blade disgustedly dropped the other player's body to the floor.