Four days rolled by so quick, it was too hard to believe. The remaining players would normally wake up and prepare for the fourth game, but this time, something was entirely different. One of them started to stir, her eyes fluttering open only to end up squinting due to the blinding light shining above her head. Kacey's vision slowly adjusted until she could see where she was: a black room halfway consumed by darkness.
The second wake up call was the rancid smell of an unknown substance, causing her to wrinkle her nose. She attempted to move her hands, but a certain tool locked around her wrists hindered her action. Manacles. The cold chains attached to it were linked on two poles and she stood right in between them. Looking down on her feet, she found herself standing on a silver platfor
