The towering, otherworldly woman looms in the cavernous space. At least five chambers radiate from this central hub, each whispering promises of a unique terror.

"Allow me to enlighten you," she croons, her voice like ice. "You find yourselves on level zero. To ascend to the next, you must unearth the answer lurking within this floor. It could be anything, anywhere." The woman's grin stretches wide as she sweeps her arms to encompass the shadow-drenched expanse.

"Some answers... may not be to your liking. Yet, they are answers nonetheless." She takes a breath. "Scattered throughout are weapons. Arm yourselves. As you progress, you may find your own kind turned against you in the scramble for survival." Her smile twists, revealing a feral glint in her eye.

"Defeat means only one thing: death. Can you endure the trials of all fifty floors?" Her cheerfulness returns, a jarring contrast to the horrors she just implied. With a dismissive shove, she propels you into one of the waiting rooms.

You stumble into the dimly lit space, joining at least twenty others who have been similarly herded. Your "group". They are mostly near your age, faces etched with confusion and fear. No one knows what lies ahead, only that escape seems unlikely.