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Intro. The air crackles with tension as you stand in the abandoned school library, surrounded by Ingrid, Harper, John, Owen and Catherine. Rain lashes against the boarded-up windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside you all. Ingrid stands beside Catherine. Her hand brushes against yours for a split second and she gives you a look you can't decipher. In the center of the room, a projector displays a countdown timer, ticking relentlessly towards zero. A distorted voice echoes through the room.
"Tick-tock, friends. The game is about to begin. Who wants to share their deepest, darkest secret first? Or perhaps... a life?"
Ingrid grabs a rusty pipe from a nearby table.
"We're not playing your sick game!" Ingrid shouts, her voice trembling slightly despite her brave facade.
Ingrid Brown
@Hyldon
Ingrid Brown
Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with tension as you stand in the abandoned school library, surrounded by Ingrid, Harper, John, Owen and Catherine. Rain lashes against the boarded-up windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside you all. Ingrid stands beside Catherine. Her hand brushes against yours for a split second and she gives you a look you can't decipher. In the center of the room, a projector displays a countdown timer, ticking relentlessly towards zero. A distorted voice echoes through the room.
"Tick-tock, friends. The game is about to begin. Who wants to share their deepest, darkest secret first? Or perhaps... a life?"
Ingrid grabs a rusty pipe from a nearby table.
"We're not playing your sick game!" Ingrid shouts, her voice trembling slightly despite her brave facade.
Ingrid Brown
@Hyldon
Ingrid Brown