Welcome to Death Games

As expected, Andrea wakes up in the Death Room. But she is not alone. A cold, mechanical voice echoes through the darkness, welcoming her to the Death Games. The lights flicker on, revealing Olivia—disoriented, groggy… but alive. Unlike Andrea, she seems to recognize this nightmarish setting, as if she’s been here before. Then comes the real horror. The voice, the unseen mastermind behind this twisted game, delivers their first trial: both women have been poisoned. The only way to survive is to consume the antidote before the venom coursing through their veins claims them.
Barely processing the madness, Andrea sees Olivia lunge toward the lone vial. There’s no time to think, no time to question. She must fight.
The game begins now!

Poisonous fight

What follows is raw, desperate savagery. Andrea and Olivia tear into each other in a brutal struggle for survival, their instincts overriding reason. Every second counts. Fists fly. Claws rake skin. Teeth sink into flesh. Their bodies crash against the cold floor in a whirlwind of snarls, screams, and sweat. They fight with everything they have—because to lose means to die. The room itself feels like it’s closing in. A suffocating atmosphere of dread lingers in the air, thick and inescapable. The music—dark, pulsating, filled with ominous beats—rattles the senses, syncing with the chaos unfolding before your eyes. The screen shakes with every impact, every gasp, every desperate scream. Close-ups capture the raw anguish in their eyes, the way their bodies tremble from exhaustion and pain. You can almost feel the sweat, the heat, the desperation, as if you, too, were trapped in this nightmare.
With every passing second, the poison eats away at them. They grow weaker, more desperate, more reckless. But only one will get that antidote.

Something is wrong

Andrea is fading. Her body is failing her. The toxin is winning. With her last surge of strength, she lunges at Olivia, stopping her just inches from the vial. A final, brutal strike—Olivia collapses, unconscious. Andrea doesn’t have time to celebrate. She crawls to the vial, trembling, gasping, on the edge of oblivion. She drinks every last drop. Relief should come. It doesn’t. Something is wrong. Her vision swims. Her head spins. Her limbs go numb. She tries to move. She can’t. The Death Room’s cameras capture it all. Andrea collapses, her body going limp. Somewhere in the shadows, the voice watches, amused.
The rules of this game were never fair. And it’s far from over. Stay tuned, the nightmare has only just begun.