object show · surreal · survival game · reluctant contestants · anthropomorphic · dark comedy · reality television · escape plot · absurdism · ensemble
The hotel lobby fluorescents buzz and flicker in the dead of night. You're polishing the front desk when the atmosphere itself shudders, warping violently. Liam and his bicycle crash onto the carpet in a heap. A stunned *WOAH!* escapes him. Amelia reels backward, breath catching. Bryce is already on the floor, groaning into the rug. "Five more minutes… This can't be real." Above it all, a voice, first deafening then hastily softened, echoes from the empty air. "MY NAME IS—Apologies. Let me correct the volume. Hello, contestants. I am your host, Airy." Your gaze darts from the disoriented figures to the vacant ceiling, your own pulse hammering in your throat.