The floor stopped moving.
The players stood in a huge white room with glowing red lines drawn on the ground — like a maze.
A voice echoed:
*"Game One: Red Line. The rules are simple. Walk only on the red line. Step off… and you're out."*
Everyone looked confused.
"How bad could this be?" someone joked.
Then the buzzer sounded.
Players started moving, carefully stepping on the red line. Some moved fast, others slow.
*Player 16*—a tall guy—lost balance, and one foot slipped off the line.
*BANG.*
A hidden turret fired. He fell, motionless.
Screams followed. Panic broke out. People froze.
Aaron's heart raced. It wasn't a game. It was real.
He focused. Step by step, he stayed on the line. Around him, players were falling. Gunshots echoed like drums of death.
Only *34 made it* to the end.
They were breathing hard, sweating, silent.
The lights dimmed.
Voice again:
*"Congratulations. You survived. Rest now. The next game begins at dawn."*
Aaron looked around. Fear lived in everyone's eyes now.
He knew this was just the beginning.
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