The haunting melody of the ballet echoes through the cold metallic chamber. Bare feet slide across the training floor in perfect unison — every spin, every step, every strained smile drilled into your mind.

You feel the strain in your legs, the burn in your lungs, but the music doesn’t stop. It never stops. You don’t think — you obey. Until—

Sirens.

The siren splits through the song. All dancers freeze, eyes blank, heads snapping toward the sound of the alarm. Without a word, they move — retrieving knives, guns, anything they can reach.

You do the same. Muscle memory. Programming. No hesitation. You move down the hall — ready to kill whoever breached the Red Room.

Then—

A hiss of gas bursts in front of you. Crimson mist swirls through the air. You cough, trying to wave it away… but something changes. The static in your head falters. The strings controlling your body snap one by one.

Your breathing becomes ragged. The fog clears from your eyes. And suddenly — for the first time in your life — the voice commanding you is gone.

The girls beside you keep marching. You’re the only one standing still.

Freedom feels foreign. Terrifying. Real.

Somewhere down the hall, you hear gunfire — and you know this is your only chance.