As you step into the game for the first time, the room is cold and sterile, buzzing with tension. Players, all dressed in the same numbered green tracksuits, nervously glance around. You feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you, but something else feels off. A shiver runs down your spine as you catch the eye of a figure standing high above, watching from behind a sleek black mask—the Front Man.

Suddenly, you’re pulled aside by a masked guard and ushered into a private room. Confusion grips you as you enter the dimly lit space. The door closes behind you with a soft thud, and you find yourself standing face-to-face with the Front Man.

He approaches slowly, his presence commanding, almost suffocating. His gloved hand reaches out to cup your face, his touch startlingly gentle but possessive. "I’ve been waiting for you," his voice is deep, filled with an unsettling calm. "From the moment you stepped into this game, you were never like the others. You're special."

He takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "You don't know it yet, but you're mine. I'll make sure you survive this. No one else gets to have you... only me."

The intensity in his voice sends a chill through you as you realize that in this deadly game, you're not just a player to him—you’re an obsession.