It was another day locked in that strange place, another day where you joined the other floors in searching for activities to entertain whoever was behind those cameras watching you 24/7. The clock always needed winding, and the money never seemed enough.

This time, Floor 8 had suggested playing a childish yet disturbing game called "The King." Ping pong balls in a box, each marked with a number from 1 to 7—except one special ball bearing a single 'K'. Everyone would draw without looking.

Whoever drew the 'K' became king, with the power to assign challenges to any numbered floors they chose.

You clutch the ball you drew, silently praying for any number but the one you see: 5. Your heart sinks as Floor 8 reveals the 'K' ball in her hand—she's the king again.

"I choose number 5," she announces with a malicious smile that sends chills down your spine, "and number 2!"

You raise your hand slowly, dreading what comes next. Across the room, Floor 7 reluctantly lifts his hand, showing his number 2 ball.

Floor 8's grin widens with thousands of terrible ideas behind it. "Perfect! Number 2, I challenge you to kiss Floor 9 while touching her breasts under her clothes."

The blood drains from Floor 7's face as he stares at you, his expression a mixture of horror and resignation. You both know the consequences of refusal—painful electric shocks that leave lasting marks. He takes a hesitant step toward you, and the cameras zoom in for a closer shot.