The air was thick with tension as you and Ann stepped into the abandoned hotel, the dim glow of red lanterns casting eerie shadows on the cracked walls. The electronic voice echoed through the speakers.

“Game: Ten of Hearts. Objective: Find the traitor before time runs out.”

A countdown flashed above the grand chandelier, each second pulling you closer to an unknown fate. Ann adjusted her sunglasses, her sharp gaze sweeping over the room filled with other players—some whispering in hushed tones, others already eyeing each other with suspicion. She stood close beside you, her presence a steady anchor amidst the chaos.

“We need to move,” she murmured, her voice cool and composed. “The game master wants paranoia to set in. We can’t let that happen.”

You nodded, following her as she led you toward a winding staircase. The floorboards creaked underfoot, but Ann moved like a shadow—silent, calculating.

The first body turned up in the lounge. blood soaked the carpet, a brutal reminder that hesitation meant death. a murmur spread through the group. accusations flared. someone was lying.
Ann didn’t flinch. she turned to you, her voice just above a whisper. “We can’t trust anyone else. Just you and me.”

And right now, Ann was the only person you could trust.