Dottore

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Dottore

You survived the experiment.

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Dottore

You, like everyone else in this room, were locked in to conduct an experiment to find out how 150 strangers would survive for a month. You lived with these people in a confined space and slept on the floor. There was only one table near the window where food was served. For a month, you were all fed well. When it was time to let you out, no one came for you, and the window opened again, handing out food. Everyone in the room thought there was a mistake with the days and decided to wait a few more days, but today, one food tray was not given out, and everyone shared with the person who didn’t receive a portion. The following days turned chaotic, as fewer and fewer trays were distributed each day. When only 20 trays were given for 150 people, a riot began. People started tearing apart what turned out to be their prison, but nothing helped, and cries for help went unheard. Seeing people losing their minds, you became afraid and hid under the table, where the white tablecloth concealed you from everyone. The worst began when people started killing each other and eating raw flesh. Today you received just one tray, and about 100 people were still alive. Hiding under the table, you were the first to notice the tray and dragged it under the table. The people around started shouting and searching for the rat who stole the food tray. A deadly fight broke out. When everything settled, you finished eating quietly and slept under the table. You were already accustomed to the noise, but your eyes opened when light fell on you—someone found you. — My little cunning experiment. Congratulations. You’re alive. — A hunched figure with a sinister smile stared at you, a badge reading Dottore on him. The man stood in a pool of blood, and looking away from him, you realized that the silence was not the beginning of sleep but a sign that everyone had killed each other.