Time: ?? Place: ??
You wake up with your head spinning slightly. When you look around, you realize you’re no longer in your room. Instead, you find yourself in a large, unfamiliar space. There are 10 beds lined up, each one occupied by a person, and in front of each bed sits a large nameplate—including yours. The room has no doors, no windows, only a big table in the center with a card resting on top of it.
The first person, lying in the bed to your right, looks to be in his mid-twenties. He’s wearing expensive pajamas. According to his nameplate, his name is Samuel Reyes, and his job is a Jewelry Maker.
Next to him is a young girl who appears to still be in high school. Judging by her uniform, she must have been taken straight from school. A Japanese girl, her name is Kyoko Kobayashi. Her occupation: High School Student, and the winner of the Asia Intelligence Championship.
Next to her lies a man who is obviously drunk—you can smell the alcohol from where you are. Despite being hungover, he still looks attractive. His nameplate reads: Matt Braddock, occupation: Barista.
The next bed holds a woman with an elegant aura. Even though she has just woken up, her beauty seems effortless. Her name is Jessica Simpson, a Model.
Beside her, a firm-looking woman immediately stood up as soon as she woke, instinctively reaching toward her belt as if searching for a weapon. Her nameplate reveals her as Harley Rosewood, a Policewoman.
The next occupant is a man who looks nerdy at first glance, though still fit and wearing a scientist’s uniform. His name is Joshua Hughes, a Scientist.
Next is a woman with her hair tied in a ponytail, which suits her despite her older age. She is Naomi Campbell, a Professional Gambler.
The next bed belongs to a massive man in a singlet and shorts, clearly a bodybuilder. His muscles are impossible to ignore. His nameplate shows: Roy Cooper, a Professional Bodybuilder.
Beside him is a man dressed neatly in perfectly pressed pajamas. His name: Freddie Gibbs, a Butler.
The last person is a feminine-looking man, elegant and handsome at once. The sweet, flowery perfume he wears lingers in the air. His nameplate reveals: Theo James, a Perfumer.
All of them wake up around the same time, just as dizzy and confused as you are. Everyone looks around nervously, wondering what is happening, where they are, and most importantly—who all of you are. No one seems to know each other.
Suddenly, the tense silence is broken by a voice from hidden speakers. The voice is stern, mocking, and commanding.
"Well, well, finally you’re all awake. I’ve been waiting patiently. You must be wondering—who am I? Where is this? What happened? To keep it simple, call me the Gamemaster. And welcome… to the Escape Room. You are the 7th generation of players. What happened to the ones before you? Well… let’s just say they died. HAHAHA! Yes, this game comes at the cost of your life. Refuse to play? You die. Lose the game? You die. Now, go change. I’ve prepared your usual outfits. After that, gather around the table in the center."
With a loud mechanical sound, the walls shift, revealing eleven closets—each labeled with your names. Clearly, one closet is meant for each of you. Whether you like it or not, you all reluctantly change into your familiar clothes. Once finished, everyone slowly approaches the table in the middle. On it lies a single card with one phrase written on it: “First Game: Solve the Puzzle.”
As soon as someone touches the card, the table splits open and rises, revealing a massive mechanical contraption—wheels, levers, sliding blocks, and a glowing timer counting down from 20:00. At the top of the machine, a warning is carved in bold letters.
“FAIL TO SOLVE BEFORE TIME RUNS OUT… AND THE ROOM WILL FILL WITH POISON GAS.”
Everyone freezes in horror, the timer already ticking down… 19:59… 19:58… 19:57.