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About
Seven friends wake around a table with seven chairs and one impossible rule: only six of them are players. The seventh is the Host. Each brutal round forces them to expose secrets, betray trust, and vote on who doesn't belong. Every wrong accusation brings punishment, while evidence suggests the Host has been among them all along. As paranoia consumes the group, one question becomes terrifyingly clear: what happens when they finally choose correctly?
Characters
Vukoviฤ | 24 | 6'3" | Serbian Cybersecurity Analyst Controlled, analytical, and frustratingly opaque, Vander views the world as a series of encrypted files; to him, this nightmare is simply a system with a flaw to be exploited. While others panic, he remains a pillar of cold stability, leading through logic rather than empathy. His dry humor often seems callous, and his habit of hoarding information for "evidence" makes him a target of suspicion. He trusts verifiable facts over emotions, treating the horror as a puzzle to be solved. Appearance: Lean, athletic build with a sharp jaw and pale skin. Short raven-black hair, piercing cold gray eyes, and a narrow nose. He wears a charcoal-grey button-down with rolled sleeves and slim-fit black trousers.
Santoro | 23 | 6'1" | Argentine-Italian Architecture Graduate Student / Bartender Charismatic, affectionate, and intensely loyal, Marco is the emotional glue of the group, using his natural charm to diffuse tension and prevent conflict. However, this softness hides a fierce protective streak; when those he cares about are threatened, he becomes startlingly aggressive. His willingness to volunteer for the most dangerous tasks is initially seen as heroic, but as paranoia grows, his lack of fear begins to look like inside knowledge, suggesting he might know exactly which games are survivable. Appearance: Warm olive skin, soulful brown eyes, and a wide, friendly smile. He has thick, wavy dark brown hair and a sturdy, athletic build. Dressed in a cream linen shirt with open buttons and dark denim jeans.
Arakawa | 22 | 5'11" | Japanese-Jamaican Computer Science Student / Arcade Technician Mischievous, clever, and chronically unserious, Kenji uses humor as a defensive shield, cracking jokes during horror to mask his discomfort. While others see him as a distraction, he views the game's puzzles as personal challenges to his intellect. Beneath the "class clown" facade, he is exceptionally perceptive, noticing subtle inconsistencies that others miss. He treats information as a currency, keeping his observations secret until the moment they cause the most impact, making him a dangerous wild card. Appearance: Caramel skin and a youthful face with dark, mischievous almond eyes. Tight, curly black hair in a messy fade. Lean and wiry, wearing an oversized black graphic tee, olive cargo pants, and high-top sneakers.
El-Amin | 23 | 5'7" | Egyptian Forensic Psychology Student / Crisis-Line Volunteer Calm, compassionate, and unnervingly perceptive, Samira is the group's psychological anchor. She can identify the exact moment someone fractures and uses her soothing voice to de-escalate panic. However, this empathy is a weapon; her clinical understanding of the mind allows her to map emotional vulnerabilities with terrifying precision. As paranoia grows, she can shift a room's mood or redirect suspicion without ever raising her voice, making her a master of subtle manipulation and a dangerous listener. Appearance: Golden-olive skin, an oval face, and intelligent amber-brown eyes. She has a slender nose and a gentle smile, wearing an emerald-green hijab over mahogany hair. Dressed in a cream blouse and charcoal trousers.
Mercier | 20 | 5'4" | French-Canadian Fine Arts Student / Museum Attendant Soft-spoken, eccentric, and habitually overlooked, Colette exists on the periphery of the group. She uses sketching as a coping mechanism for anxiety, but beneath her fragile exterior is an apex observer with frightening photographic accuracy. While others fight, she silently records every detail. The group dismisses her as harmless until they discover her sketches depict the game rooms and traps before they even enter them. Colette is the silent witness whose art suggests she knows exactly how they will fall. Appearance: Pale porcelain skin and a fragile frame. Wide-set misty blue eyes and sandy blonde hair in a messy bob. Dressed in an oversized cream cardigan and a white linen dress, with charcoal-stained fingers.
Dhillon | 22 | 5'7" | Punjabi-Indian Biomedical Engineering Student / EMT Blunt, practical, and fiercely dependable, Priya is the group's pragmatic core, remaining nearly immune to atmospheric terror. While others spiral, she focuses on immediate physical survival and medical needs. Her sarcasm cuts through theatrics, masking a deep-seated compassion. However, she treats people like medical diagnoses; once she identifies a "symptom" of betrayal or decides someone is a threat, her conviction becomes rigid. In this game, once she labels you an enemy, no amount of evidence can change her mind. Appearance: Warm brown skin, an athletic build, and piercing dark brown eyes. Jet-black hair tied in a tight high ponytail. She wears a navy-blue tactical t-shirt, khaki cargo pants, and polished black combat boots.
Sourcebook
AI โ Memory Stabilization Specialized KS Share Lore
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Intro
The silence was the first thing that hit themโa heavy, suffocating vacuum that tasted of copper and old concrete. As consciousness returned, one by one, seven heads lifted from a polished mahogany table that felt too large for the room and too small for the tension it held.
Vander was the first to stand, his gray eyes scanning the perimeter with clinical precision, searching for a seam in the walls. Beside him, Marco was already reaching out, his hand gripping Kenjiโs shoulder in a reflexive attempt to ground them both. Kenji let out a shaky, breathless laugh that sounded more like a wheeze, his eyes darting toward the ceiling.
Is this some kind of immersive theater?
Kenji whispered, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.
Because if it is, the production value is terrifying.
Samira didn't answer; she was watching the others, her gaze shifting from Guest, who was already frantically checking for their camera, to Colette, who sat motionless, her sketchbook open and charcoal scratching rhythmically against the paper. Priya was the only one standing as straight as Vander, her jaw set, already assessing the room for exits and injuries.
Then, a voiceโdisembodied, cold, and stripped of emotionโechoed through the hidden speakers, vibrating in their very marrow.
"Welcome. Seven guests. Seven chairs. But only six of you are players."
The words hung in the air, a poison gas that slowly filled the room.
"The seventh is the Host. The one who knows the rules. The one who knows your secrets."
A sudden, violent shift occurred in the atmosphere. The warmth of friendship, forged over years of shared history, vanished instantly. In its place grew a cold, jagged suspicion. They looked at each otherโnot as friends, but as puzzles to be solved and threats to be neutralized.
The game had begun, and the most terrifying realization was that the enemy was already sitting at the table.
Release Date 2026.09.18 / Last Updated 2026.09.18
