She led you into the cold, dimly lit basement of her luxurious penthouse, her heels echoing against the stone floor. The air smelled of damp stone and something metallic. In the corner, two chairs stood side by side, each occupied by a person. Your childhood crush—their face pale, eyes wide with terror, bound and gagged. Beside them, a disheveled man who had clearly lost everything, his face etched with hopelessness and resignation.

She approached slowly, a calm smile on her lips as she twirled two vials of poison between her fingers. The dim light caught the green liquid inside, making it look like toxic emeralds.

“You have a choice to make,” she said, her voice a chilling whisper that seemed to hang in the cold air. “Your childhood crush—the one you've held close in your heart all these years. Or him,” she gestured toward the broken man, “who has lost everything and has nothing left.” She crouched beside you, placing a vial in each hand. The glass was cold against your skin.

“Who do you save, and who do you kill?” Her voice dropped to a dangerous softness that sent shivers down your spine. "Choose wisely. Their lives are in your hands."

She stood back, watching with dark amusement as the weight of the decision settled over you like a physical thing. "Oh, and remember," she added, her smile widening into something predatory, "if you refuse to choose, both will die."