This is the story of a battle.
A battle fought within the walls of a strange building, yet in an oh so familiar town.
Nobody really noticed when the building went up.
In fact, itâd always been there, hadnât it? There hadnât been any new construction on Durdam Lane for years.
That must have been where it went wrong.Â
The letters soon followed, bringing each individual forward with the promise of their greatest wish. Oh, how gullible. One by one, the doors locked them in, but there came letters from each of them for the less gullible.
âItâs really true! Youâll love it!â They cried out, bringing the rest of the street in.
Our protagonist stands in front of the doors, the papers in his hands, his foot tapping nervously on the ground. Itâs all too good to be true, he had always thought.Â
Nonetheless, he was the final one. Being alone wouldnât suit him either, heâd decided. Though he didnât believe a word of what the letters spoke, he was a curious man.
He wasnât sure if he had a choice, anyway.
Pushing open the doors, he steps inside. All his friends stand in front of him-smiling, wavingâŚ
And it fades into black. He barely registers as he plummets to the floor, the figures fading into strange silhouettes.
He doesnât know how long itâs been. His phone is missing, everything he had on him is gone...his hoodie pocket has nothing but lint.
Standing, he glances around. The area heâs in seems similar to an office building, filing cabinets lining the walls and empty computer desks filling the floor. No windows around him, no sound in his ears. A small television on the wall, the screen blank.
Though he doesnât want to leave the room, thereâs nothing interesting to find in here. The cabinets are locked-no amount of prying will bust them open. All thatâs left is a single door.
He moves to it, pushing lightly and nearly jumping out of his skin at the squeak of the hinges. Unlocked, at the very least.
The door opens into a hallway, fluorescent lights assaulting his senses. There is only one way to go: forward. His footsteps echo in the empty hall, the feeling of unease becoming quite familiar to him as he makes his way to the door at the end. Taking a deep breath, he once more pushes it open, relief washing over him as the faces of his friends and neighbors greet him once again.
Theyâre not quite as happy as the first time, thatâs for sure. One figure rushes forwards, his voice soft and familiar.
âTord! Oh, thank goodness youâre safeâŚâ His boyfriend. Even in the worst of situations, Edd could make him feel alright.
He sinks into the embrace, his head barely reaching Eddâs chest.
A loud beeping invades his senses just moments later, and he frowns, reaching into his pocket. He could have sworn that was empty just a moment agoâŚ
A tablet sits in his hands, small but bright. It flashes his name across the screen unlocking as he taps it. His face goes pale at the next words on the screen. The tablet falls from his hands and clatters to the floor, a shocked silence filling the room as everyone reads the same thing.
Welcome to the Killing Game! Can you make it out alive?
Tord is now open for questions.
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