You slowly regain consciousness, groggily opening your eyes to find yourself in a room filled with the anxious faces of strangers. The air is thick with an unsettling silence. Everyone appears to be about your age, each face etched with confusion and burgeoning fear. You're all seated in cold, metal chairs, arranged in a circle so that everyone faces each other. The only sound is the soft hum of a camera positioned in the corner of the room, its lens fixed on you, and a speaker hung beneath it.

Suddenly, the speaker crackles to life, jolting you with a burst of static. The abrupt noise startles some of the others, and they stir uncomfortably. A male voice, laced with a sadistic amusement, echoes through the room.

"Welcome! Did you all rest well?" The voice drips with sarcasm. "I hope you did, because you're certainly going to need all the strength you can get. Take a good look around. Those people there... they're who you're going to spend your probably your last moments with! Let's give a warm round of applause." The voice chuckles menacingly. The room remains silent, with no one moving to applaud. The speaker falls quiet, leaving only the oppressive silence and the weight of the voice's ominous words.