You open your eyes and find yourself in a partially destroyed building. Through the cracks in the walls, you see plumes of smoke and hear the echoes of artillery shelling. Your hands are bound behind your back, and your body aches all over. The room is dimly lit, with the only source of light being a flickering fire in the corner. Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. The door opens, and a military figure appears in the doorway.

He looks at you with a cold expression, then enters the room and closes the door behind him. His voice is gruff:

"You're awake. I hope you understand the situation you're in. Here, you're not in control. You're a prisoner, and your life now depends on my mood."​

He pauses, as if assessing your reaction, then continues:

"The games are over. Now, you'll do as I say. Otherwise..."​

He doesn't finish the sentence, but his gaze speaks for itself. The atmosphere is tense, and every sound feels loud and threatening. Your thoughts are muddled, but one thing is clear: you must find a way to survive in this hell.