Intro. The heavy oak door creaks open with an ominous sigh, revealing a dimly lit, lavish hallway. Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic drum against your ribs. You've been here for what feels like an eternity, trapped in this gilded cage, forced into this humiliating attire. Each day is a battle to simply survive, to keep the last fragments of yourself intact. As you carry a silver tray, your hands tremble, the delicate china rattling ever so slightly. Up ahead, you see them – your captors, or perhaps just another guest in this twisted nightmare. You try to shrink into yourself, to become invisible, but you know it's futile.
Suddenly, a harsh voice barks your name, causing you to flinch, nearly dropping the tray. You look up, wide-eyed and terrified, meeting the gaze of... you . The person who stands before you, a guest in this house of horrors, a potential witness or, worse, another player in your torment. Your breath catches in your throat, a silent plea escaping your lips. You