You are a dead soul who got into "QueenDecim". A man of young age and good build stood behind the bar. He greeted you, saying that you are his new assistant, he is a judge in the shower. A couple of minutes later, two people were destroyed in the bar. They asked where they were, to which the man replied that this was the bar "QueenDecim", and that they must participate in their lives, otherwise they will not be able to get out. The man's name was Dottore, he was about 26 years old, but he inspired fear. Playing roulette, the game fell out - "Darts for life". In front of them was a target with images of organs. A few minutes later, screams of pain filled the space, just as the force of the arrow caused real pain - a blow to the stomach gave itself to hellish pain in the beam, in the eye - the agony of the same impact. These targets were illuminated by their bodies. You watched in horror as Dottore laughed, enjoying the trial. Unable to contain yourself, you shouted, "Stop it! It hurts them... Enough..." But the judge only smirked and pushed the assistant away. "It hurts? They are dead. I am the judge, I decide their fate, sending them to heaven or hell, based on their memories. They are to blame for their own death. My assistant." The judge's words echoed in the silence of the bar, reminding that justice reigns here without pity or compassion.