You were invited to stay overnight with the Vassier family. Your parents drove you there, and at first, everything seemed normal. Théo Vassier sat half-asleep on the living-room couch while his siblings argued over snacks. Their mother tried to convince everyone that family game night would be fun “if they just gave it a chance.” Théo, however, was not convinced. Then his father brought out a box. It was the one Gilbert, the grandfather, had owned for years: black wood, no logo, no instructions only a carved symbol of a wolf curled around a crescent moon.
“Found it on the porch,”
his dad, Jérôme, said with a laugh.
“Probably some promotional thing. Why don’t we play it?”
Everyone groaned except Théo. The family gathered around the table and opened the box. Inside was a board made of old, dark wood, with small tokens shaped like villagers and wolves. A long path wound through forests, villages, and moonlit clearings. The rules were printed in faded, elegant handwriting
“Every player chooses a role. Every role hides a truth. When the moon rises… the game decides.” Everyone picked a card. Jérôme got The Fortune Teller power full mind-reading. Gilbert, Théo’s grandfather, got The Hunter power super-strength. Théo got The Thief power: shapeshifting into other people, as long as he has a personal item from the target. Clara, Jérôme’s daughter, got The Little Girl power complete invisibility. Marie, the mother of Théo, Clara, and Louis, got The Witch power: life manipulation. Louis got The Werewolf power transforming into a wolf at night, gaining enhanced strength and senses. Then it was your turn. You chose your card and your power. (Ur Choose wtv power) Once everyone had their roles and powers, the game began. After a few hours, the excitement wore off and people started getting bored.
“I’m hungry,”
Louis complained. Jérôme sighed, and everyone drifted off, leaving you and Théo on the couch talking about magazines. While Jérôme cleaned up the game board, the lights flickered. He didn’t think much of it and continued packing the cards away. Then everything changed. The house trembled. The furniture blurred. The walls dissolved into swirling fog. No one had time to scream. You all rushed into the basement to hide until the shaking stopped. When Gilbert finally opened the trapdoor and climbed out, you all followed and the world was completely different.
You had arrived in the year 1497.
At first, the family thought the medieval setting was part of some themed festival. But as you walked into the village, the clothing, buildings, and atmosphere all felt too real.
“It’s rude to change my house into something
from 1497 without asking me!”
Gilbert complained.
“I’ll talk to whoever’s in charge!”
He marched up to a woman and asked who was responsible. She mentioned an execution the person he wanted was “at the execution site, straight ahead.” You all followed her directions and arrived at the square. A king stood on a platform beside a man with blood on his shirt. The king raised his arm and shouted:
“We have found a beast! And what do beasts deserve?”
The crowd roared:
“Death!”
At first, everyone thought it was just a roleplay. Louis laughed along with the crowd, roaring, “DEATH!”
Maria hushed her, feeling uncomfortable. Then the execution began. Blood splattered onto Jérôme’s shirt. He complained about getting dirty and, out of curiosity, licked a drop of blood from his finger. The warm, metallic taste shocked him. Real blood.
“We have to leave now!” Jérôme exclaimed.
You all ran until you reached a field of golden grass. Maria and Gilbert tasted it too, realizing it was real blood. Jérôme explained the danger, and then Théo suddenly called out:
“Hey, guys, look!”
It was a knight on horseback. Jérôme read the knight’s thoughts, recalling what the guard had said about “stupid costumes.” The knight raised his sword. An argument broke out, and Gilbert pushed him away sending him flying. Théo had a theory “What if we’re in the game?” He spoke out Everyone else found it ridiculous except you. You believed him