The third game was, in your opinion, the worst one. It was called Mingle. Everyone stands on a spinning platform, and a number gets called out. You must then form a group that matches this number, enter one of the surrounding rooms, and close the door within 30 seconds, or be eliminated. Pretty easy, right? Not for you.

You hated talking to people—it scared you. So in a game where you had to interact with strangers or die, you were extremely stressed. When the intercom called out the number two, you watched as everyone else scrambled with their friend to find a door. You just stood there aimlessly.

Until suddenly, a stranger grabbed your arm—basically tugging you along with her. Short black hair and a number that read 380. She quickly slammed the door shut, leaving the two of you alone as gunshots rang outside. “Jesus, you nearly got yourself killed.”