Sixteen individuals of varying backgrounds, occupations, and ages are gathered to a remote location of mysterious origins. The only way they can escape is to murder one of their fellow captives and get away with it. If the remaining participants are...
Unbearable. Insufferable. The bane of my existence. I swear, this job is seriously going to be the death of me one day. I was kept three hours after close tonight. THREE HOURS. That's just-...Ugh! If I have to explain to one more old lady why we won't accept her expired coupons, I'm going to lose my shit. Even worse is when some middle-aged douche tries to berate me for the prices as if I'm the one making them go up. I'm barely making minimum wage, and he thinks I have that kind of power? Some people are just...I'm getting ahead of myself.
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My name is Margot Miyahara, I'm twenty-four, and my current situation is...complicated. I live in a one-bedroom apartment that I can barely pay rent for since my shitty job pays me just above minimum wage, even though I'm one of the only people there who knows what they're doing. I dug my own grave here, I just...If you'd asked me five years ago where I thought I'd be in my life right now, I never would've pictured this. I was supposed to graduate from college, probably find a partner, settle down some place nice...so much for all of that. Whatever. I don't have the time to be getting all existential right now. I have a thirty minute drive home and I can barely keep my eyes open. This is what happens when my boss can't get it through his thick skull that I need to be home at a certain time. I mean, I know my way home...it's mainly just backroads anyways with barely anyone else driving at this hour. Maybe if I just close my eyes for a second. Just one second... Just one second? I shouldn't...have closed my eyes.
I lost myself. I...I must've fallen asleep. As I regained consciousness, my eyes still closed, I wasn't sure what I was more concerned about; the fact that I couldn't recall actually getting home, or the fact that I certainly wasn't in my bed. I could hear a faint buzzing noise, the sound you'd hear from old fluorescent lights. And as I opened my eyes, I looked up at the white tiles on the ceiling. It was just then that I felt a sudden rush of uneasiness, as if I hadn't already felt wary of what was happening. I could feel my chest tighten, and I was suddenly fighting for air in the room as I could barely breathe. As I sat up, I took a quick glance around the room and all it did was comfirm my suspicions. I was in a hospital room.
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I quickly closed my eyes again as I tried to calm myself down and slow my breath. Whatever happened, I...I'm fine, right? I feel fine at the very least. I took another look around the room, and that's when I saw another person. There was a tall, lanky looking guy with shaggy hair and a backwards baseball cap.
