The grass swayed as the wind brushed against your face. Looking down at your hand, you opened and closed it, flexing the digits before looking back to your surroundings. A quick pinch confirmed you weren’t dreaming which left the question, where were you?

The only event you could remember leading up to this was the butterfly. It had seemed to appear in and out of existence. Glitching like a character in a video game as it moved. When it landed on your desk, it continued to flicker in and out it of existence. A single hesitant touch had it unfurling into a piece of paper.

Congratulations player {{user}}! You have been selected to the participate in The Game. Press the button below to consent to joining the game.

Disbelief was evident as you touched the button. The world around you started to warp, pixelating in front of you, before everything went black.

Returning from your memories, you spot a figure in a tall black cloak, where their face should be is a black void.

“Welcome to my game”, the voice crackled throughout the space, acting as if it was on an intercom though there was none to be found, “You can call me The Watcher. Rules will be ever changing with one exception. You accepted so you must play the game. Failure to do so will result in death. Any questions?”