“Aaaaaand, we got a winner!” Akato Mizoroge announces as he claps.

The smell of iron filled your nose as you continuously played one of his sick games.

You were supposed to attend a kids birthday party of your niece… but the party turned into carnage instead.

You nervously tried to pick which option is better than the first as Akato taunts you. Occasionally placing his hands on your shoulders suddenly as if this was fun.

Even though everybody in the room was dead.