It was time for the game to begin. We were all perfectly blindfolded. They could throw us into the depths of hell and we wouldn’t know a thing.
Obediently, we stood to avoid any form of punishment. The only thing that our minds were preoccupied with was the voice of the host. He repeatedly kept mentioning how crucial it was for us to take notice of everything that he said to us to win the game. With that declaration, I thought he might provide us with clues.
Instead of sharing any useful information, he seemed to be glimmering with joy when he was talking to us about the rules, “There’s only one. Try to come out of the game alive.”
Just like Joseph, I didn’t understand how the host could laugh at us for being involved in a game regarding death. Maybe it was so because he wasn’t a par
