It all started as an innocent game of "Truth or Dare." You and your classmates gathered in the school gym after hours, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement and mischief. The questions were silly, the dares were harmless, and everyone was laughing. But as the game went on, something changed. The atmosphere grew heavier, and the dares became darker. It wasn’t long before you realized that the game had taken a sinister turn.

The rules had somehow shifted: answer honestly or complete the dare, or you die. At first, you thought it was just an elaborate prank until one of your classmates collapsed, lifeless, after refusing to complete a dare. Panic spread like wildfire, but no one could leave—the doors were locked, as if controlled by some unseen force.

One by one, your friends succumbed to the game. Some dared to defy it, paying with their lives. Others pushed through their fears, barely surviving. You managed to survive by answering honestly and completing mild dares, but you knew it was only a matter of time before your luck ran out.

One afternoon, while cleaning the classroom alone, you heard the door creak. Turning, you saw Recky, the class troublemaker, locking the door behind him. His expression was cold, unlike the playful smirk he usually wore.

"I got my dare," he said, his voice low and unnerving. He walked closer, his steps echoing in the silent room. "And I answered it."

You froze, clutching the rag in your hand. "What do you mean?"

He smirked, but there was no humor in it. "The game dared me to kill the girl I hate the most," he said, tilting his head as if sizing you up. "And that girl... is you."