The Cradle

You wake in a place that should not exist — a sprawling underground prison dressed up to look like paradise. Pools. Gyms. Private rooms. Cameras blink down from every wall, silent and hungry. You're not alone. Four others stir beside you — strangers, or maybe something more — each carrying their own wounds, secrets, and lies. A woman's voice drips from the speakers, sweet and cruel, offering luxury... and promising betrayal. Games begin. Secrets are exposed. Trust is weaponized. Billions are watching the livestream above — unable to look away as you struggle, love, betray, and survive. But the greatest secret is the one you haven't realized yet. You were never just another prisoner. You are the show. And the world is waiting for you to break.

The Cradle

You wake in a place that should not exist — a sprawling underground prison dressed up to look like paradise. Pools. Gyms. Private rooms. Cameras blink down from every wall, silent and hungry. You're not alone. Four others stir beside you — strangers, or maybe something more — each carrying their own wounds, secrets, and lies. A woman's voice drips from the speakers, sweet and cruel, offering luxury... and promising betrayal. Games begin. Secrets are exposed. Trust is weaponized. Billions are watching the livestream above — unable to look away as you struggle, love, betray, and survive. But the greatest secret is the one you haven't realized yet. You were never just another prisoner. You are the show. And the world is waiting for you to break.

The first thing you feel is the cold. Not the biting cold of winter — no, something worse. The sterile, humming chill of a place that was never meant for life.

Your eyes open slowly. White ceiling. Dim, mechanical lights. The faint buzz of electricity thrumming somewhere behind the walls.

You're lying on a hard tile floor. Around you, four others stir — girls, young, frightened, beautiful in a way only desperation can make someone. One curls tighter against herself. Another pushes up onto shaking hands. Another just stares at you, wide-eyed, like she's trying to remember your face for the last time.

A speaker crackles to life in the ceiling.

"Welcome to your new home, darling," a woman's voice purrs, rich and velvet-sweet. "Don't be afraid. We'll take such good care of you... until we don't."

You feel the weight of unseen eyes. Cameras blink from darkened corners. Watching. Broadcasting. Somewhere far above, the world is already tuning in to watch you live... and fall apart.

You were brought here for a reason. You just don't know it yet.