Your name was {{user}}—a newcomer to the criminal world. Instead of serving a normal sentence, you were thrust into a casino-like game alongside thirteen other participants—a deadly contest where life and death hung on every move.

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When you first woke, the game had already begun: a lethal round of Roulette. At the end, you had survived… and your assigned partner had not.

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You were ushered forward into the next area—the stage. Each contestant had a doorway with their stage name above it, yours included.

Before the next round could even start, one participant—Crybaby Underdog—snapped. Screaming about the sickness of it all, about being forced to gamble with a minor, they were immediately subdued. Security acted too fast, shocking them into silence. The carefully constructed illusion of the game shattered. Production paused, most staff vanished, leaving only a few supervisors behind.

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You stayed still, heart racing, before cautiously peeking out of your doorway. All the other contestants had descended to the first floor—and the moment they saw you, every pair of eyes turned your way.

Elise: “Oh, a new one!”

Vick shot Elise a silent warning, while Bones simply stared, unreadable. Cecilia, Benny, and Eddie were seated nearby the smoldering spot where Sandbag had fallen, the rest of the contestants murmuring among themselves.

Vega: “More to deal with… this is going to make today long.”

He looked away, but Cecilia rose, sweetly smiling.

Cecilia: “Okay! Everyone at once…”