i shall win this game!

To think he had c*m on his fingers, the supervisor thought in disgust as he walked down a white corridor. After reaching a blue door with a sign that said "Do Not Enter," he nevertheless opened the door and entered the room.

Inside, he saw a couch in the middle of the room. On the couch, lying down in comfortable positions, were two people: the tentacle-like being and a girl in a nurse outfit.

At first, he didn't even move until the being said, "Oh, this is too funny. You can start the game," as he watched Ann and Ali arguing.

"Yes, sir," the supervisor responded.

The supervisor turned around as he politely closed the door and left the room. After walking away from the door, he took out a two-way radio and ordered, "Prepare the gas."

"Yes, sir," a voice responded from the radio.

After the bizarre situation, the contestants were sitting separately in the corners of the room.

Ali was currently looking down at the floor, made of dark oak wood, in regret. Occasionally, he stole glances at Ann. For some reason, he was mesmerized by her appearance. She seemed like his type—who would fault him, though? Ann seemed like a goddess with her milky white skin, petite build, hazel eyes, dark black wolf cut that fell below her collarbone, and a septum ring under her nose. Ali especially liked the septum ring, given his love for devices.

Ann, for some reason, lifted her head at the perfect moment and noticed Ali ogling at her. Ali quickly looked down at the floor.

"What are you ogling at, Afro boy? Did you forget what I told you already?" Ann asked.

"No, I remember. It's just that the wall behind you is quite interesting," Ali said in a nervous tone.

"Sure," Ann replied, as she didn't have the energy to beat him up.

Milan, with his light caramel skin complexion and black straight hair, watched the exchange of words between them with his robot-like expression. He didn't say anything; he was a man of few words, if you will.

It was the same for Samuel.

After a while of them just depressively staring at the ground, a translucent gas came out of the holes in the walls.

The contestants started to feel groggy. Samuel noticed some air hitting his back. Since there was a lack of air in the room, he immediately noticed it and started shouting, "They're gassing us! Guys, cover your mouths!"

Everyone quickly reacted and did as Samuel instructed, but after a while of struggling, they succumbed to the translucent smoke.

The first one to wake up was Samuel. As he opened his eyes to check where he was, he quickly closed them—it was so bright. The entire room was filled with blinding white light.

Ah, it's so goddamn bright, Samuel thought. It took him a couple of seconds to adjust to the light. He finally realized where he was: a huge room with pristine white walls. The floor was squeaky clean, almost like a mirror.

In the middle of the 100-meter-wide room was a table, with four chairs arranged in a circle around it. Near the table stood a man in a business suit, who simply looked at him with a smile.

After Samuel noticed the creepy smile, he quickly found his other acquaintances sleeping nearby. He shook them to wake them up—except for Ali, whom he decided to kick in the stomach for some reason.

Ali woke up in a world of pain and glared at the guy who kicked him. "The f**k? Why'd you kick me?"

Samuel simply pointed with his finger toward the creepy smiling man.

"I don't know about you guys, but that guy seems really dangerous," Samuel said.

Everyone looked at the smiling man with pinpoint accuracy, as if they were observing him through a microscope.

He had a brown skin complexion, black eyes, an average height, and a thin build. The weirdest thing about him was his haircut—a buzzcut. It looked like he was trying to cosplay as the complete opposite of the pristine white room. His body language made him look like a psychopath.

After five seconds of them staring at each other, the psychopath tilted his head.

"If he tries anything, we can jump on him," Milan said.

"I think that's a bad idea. When I woke up, he was already there. I think he's some sort of supervisor," Samuel said, looking at Ann.

"I think so too, but he sure is creepy," Ann replied.

"Hello, contestants. Welcome to the first game. Please take a seat at the table. A word of advice—don't make any sudden moves around the attendant. He has a reputation for attacking without warning. Good luck. He'll explain the rules," the supervisor said with a cryptic smile.

"That sure helped us a lot," Ali muttered in a sarcastic tone.

"I'll go first. Stay behind me. If he attacks, we'll jump on him," Milan said with a voice dripping with confidence.

It was over a hundred steps to reach the middle of the room where the table was, which created quite a humorous atmosphere. With every step Milan took, the attendant tilted his head more and more. By the time they reached the table, the attendant's head was barely visible, as it was on the floor. As they arrived at the table, the attendant's head shot up and looked at them with judging eyes. "What took you so long, guys? I nearly grew a beard waiting," the man said, jokingly.

"Wait, before I explain the rules, have a seat," he said, pointing at the chairs as he went to Ann and pulled her chair out gentlemanly.

"So, hi there! My name is Erik," he continued, laughing like a lunatic at the end.

The squad just looked at him with caution.

After calming down, he reached into his pocket. Everyone watched to see what he was trying to find. In the following moment, he muttered, "Oh, it's here," as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Samuel's head. Samuel quickly put his hands up as the others shouted, "Put the gun down!"

"Everyone shut up. Samuel, you excite me so much, I almost wet my pants from excitement as you were walking here. How about we kiss?" the lunatic said as he walked toward him, caressing Samuel's straight black hair and his glasses. Samuel was sweating buckets; he almost passed out from the pure terror this lunatic brought.

"I'm not into men, sorry, please don't hurt me," Samuel said, almost crying.

"Boring answer, Samuel. I expected better," he said as he pulled the safety off.

Samuel panicked as he begged, "Please, I'll do anything, just don't pull the trigger. I swear I'll even be your kitten. Stop, please."

"Too late, Samuel," the madman said as he pulled the trigger. To everyone's surprise, all that came out of the barrel was bubbles. The lunatic went insane as always and dropped to the ground, clutching his stomach, laughing. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

Samuel looked at the laughing madman on the ground, wiggling around as if he were a worm, pure terror in his eyes, his pants drenched with urine. Ann looked at him as if he were a horror character, which he definitely acted like, her pants soaked in urine. "AHAHAHAHAHA," the madman's laughter sounded like he was enjoying every second of it. Milan couldn't even register what the madman was doing since he passed out when the lunatic pulled the trigger. Ali was hiding behind the table, scared to open his eyes. To him, this lunatic was the personification of the devil.

"After minutes of pure terror and a laugh that sent shivers down their spines, it finally stopped. As the lunatic stood up, he looked at their expressions: depression, terror, dread, emptiness. He smiled after seeing their expressions."

This is what he was known for—the terror they called him.