Truth or death

Previously

…“It’s your turn,” Eleanor said, her voice barely a whisper. She looked at Mark, then back at Marcus. The fragile alliances that had begun to form were already fracturing under the weight of fear and death. The game was designed to isolate, to sow distrust. But Eleanor knew, with a chilling certainty, that her own survival depended on understanding not just the rules, but the player who had created them. And perhaps, just perhaps, the secrets of the others held the key to her own escape. The room, once terrifyingly blank, now felt like a canvas, waiting for the brushstrokes of their deepest truths, or their final, silent screams.