The color red dominates the surroundings, it's like the whole room is drowning in a sea of blood. The man's body lies on the floor, full of stab and blood.

His lifeless eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, a silent testament to the terror he had experienced. 

The scene was a haunting image, a macabre dance of death that, for some, was merely entertainment and a reckless gamble. But for those who participated, their survival hung in the balance.

A chilling laugh, a sound both insane and brittle, shattered the silence. She emerge from the shadows, a woman with bloodstained hands, a twisted smile etched on her face.

"I-I did it..haha..hahaha" she whispered, her voice barely a murmur. She pressed her bloody palm to her head, as if trying to stem a tide of madness.

"W-where's the c-card?...where is it?!" her voice trembled, a desperate plea in the face of the horrifying scene. She frantically searched the man's pockets, her fingers were trembling while tracing the contours of the lifeless body.

"Seven...hahaha, finally!"

She stood up, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes fixed on the exit. The air crackled with anticipation, a palpable tension hanging heavy in the room.

"Finally! I can escape this damn game!" her laughter erupted like a broken record, shaky and uncertain, but amidst the confusion, there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Just one more card, and it'll all be over!" 

The chipped paint of the door frame dug into her knuckles as she gripped it, knuckles bone-white. A quick glance at the luminous numbers on the wall clock – 5:50 AM – ignited a spark of fierce hope in her chest. Just ten minutes. Ten more minutes until she was free from this suffocating hell. 

Her gaze fell on a discarded phone lying near the door. Without hesitation, she snatched it up, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. She punched in the number, each digit a prayer. 

The ringing tone was a symphony to her ears. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a single tear escaped her eye. It wasn't a tear of sadness, but a tear of fragile, desperate hope. 

That hope shattered like glass against a stone wall when the ringing abruptly ceased. Silence. Dead air. She tried again, and again, the insistent ringing a mocking counterpoint to the growing dread in her heart. No answer. The phone remained silent.

"Shit!" she whispered, her voice full of despair. "No one's answering...What do I do? I'm not ready to die!"

"SHIT!" that scream escaped from her lips, a raw, desperate whisper. She slammed the phone against the wall by the door. Her breaths turned into weak gasps, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. 

"Shit! Shit! Shit! What am I going to do?!" she buried her face in her hands, the world shrinking with the rapid beating of her own pulse. "I don't want to die yet!" 

"It's almost six o'clock. If I just hide, they won't be able to find me, right?" a nervous laugh escaped her lips, but it was quickly swallowed by a wave of fear. 

"I'll just hide for now...but where?" she scanned the room, her eyes darting around, searching for any signs of movement — any hint of danger. A cold shiver ran through her body as she noticed a door on the left side of the hallway, near the window. It seemed to beckon her, promising refuge from the horrors lurking in the shadows.

As she approached the door, a glimmer caught her eye, a flash of light in the periphery. Like a lightning strike illuminating the darkness, it drew her gaze upwards. Her eyes widened — a golden card! 

It was hanging just above the ventilation shaft, gleaming like a star in the dark. In her mind, it seemed within easy reach. 

She already had seven. This eighth card was the key to her freedom. Not just freedom from this game, but freedom from poverty, from suffering. Eight billion pesos! The dream of every person was now in her hands!

Suddenly, she stopped, her feet seeming to be buried in the ground. Her mind was in turmoil, a clash of conflicting desires. Should she hide until six? Or take the gamble, face the danger for a chance to get everything? If she waited, she would escape alive, but gain nothing in return. But if she completed the eight cards, she would surely be safe and win a huge prize. 

She looked again at the clock by the door. It was 5:55 AM. Just five minutes left until the door would open. Her heart raced, beating like a trumpet playing a disturbing tune. She took a deep breath, the air rasping in her lungs, her chest rising and falling. She had made her decision. She would take the golden card. No more, no less. 

She quickly searched for chairs and stacked them, building a makeshift tower. Her hands trembled, but her resolve was firm. She had to do this.

Once she had secured her makeshift ladder, she climbed up. The chairs provided some support, but her legs trembled with each step. It felt like a mountaineer walking along the edge of a cliff, every movement is a risk. Finally, she reached the ventilation, the golden card just within her grasp. But suddenly, a whisper in her mind urged her to look inside the vent. 

A cold breeze flowed through her entire body, and the earlier feeling of relief and joy was replaced by fear, filled once more with dread. Her breathing became quick and noisy, her heart pounding heavily in her chest. It was like a trumpet playing a disturbing tune. She knew something was wrong. She sensed that someone was watching her from the shadows.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" those words escaped her lips, a raw whisper of fear. Her eyes darted rapidly between the golden card and the vent. The shadow she had seen earlier was quickly approaching her. 

As she reached for the golden card, ready to take it, she felt a presence behind her. She turned quickly. A heavy object struck her, causing the chairs to topple over. She lost her balance and fell to the floor!

She felt something trickling down the right side of her face, accompanied by a sharp, stinging pain. She touched it and saw that it was blood. Blood flowed from the right side of her face, and she could no longer see from that eye. The right side of her face was damaged. She let out a loud scream from the pain she felt.

"Shit! You're all going to die! You motherfuckers! Do you enjoy watching people die?! You lunatics! You sickos! If that's what you want, then you should be the ones playing! You idiots!" the rage building in her chest erupted in the form of curses. Coarse and loud expletives spilled from her mouth as she watched the animatronics surrounds her. "SHIT!" 

Slowly, like zombies approaching, the animatronics drew nearer. Their bodies were covered in blood — the color darkened, a sign that the blood had long dried. 

"I've spent four days trying to survive, and this is how it ends for me?! Fuck that shit! I will survive! And when I do, I'll take you all down one by one!" she stood up from her fallen position, ignoring the pain in her face. She threw broken chairs at the humanoid figures, but it had no effect. They continued to advance, like lifeless beings seeking for flesh.

"Damn it!..." she snarled, staring down at the man she'd killed. "...If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have taken you out first! You should be the one with the messed-up face right now!" a strangled cry tore from her throat, a mix of pain and rage. "Agh!" she roared, flinging a chair across the room, the impact echoing in the silence. It was a futile act of defiance, a desperate attempt to vent her fury at a lifeless object.

Tears began to flow, her emotions spiraling out of control. She let out a laugh on one side, her sobs turning into a faint moan. When she felt that no one was approaching her, she lifted her eyes. She saw that the animatronics had stopped, like dolls that suddenly lost their batteries. She was puzzled by what was happening. Suddenly, a bell sound echoed in the room, followed by a loud "clank" like the sound of metal. She turned toward the source — the door! 

The door opened slowly. But even so, a glimmer of hope lit up her heart. Hope that she would finally escape this hell. She let go of the golden card; she no longer needed it. Even though the animatronics were surrounding her, she headed straight for the center path — the only way out.

She ran quickly, a desperate flight fueled by adrenaline and the fragile hope of escape. Her feet, light as if winged, carried her away from the horrors she'd left behind. A smile, tentative but genuine, stretched across her lips — a smile born of freedom, of near-miraculous survival. 

She no longer hesitated, a reckless confidence born of exhaustion and the belief that the grotesque animatronics remained frozen, immobile sentinels in the chamber she'd fled. As she neared the end of the long, dimly lit hallway, a sudden impact threw her off balance. She hadn't noticed it; a strange fog, a swirling cloud of disorientation, had begun to obscure her vision.

Slowly, painfully, she lifted her head, her remaining good eye struggling to pierce the encroaching darkness, searching for answers to her fall. Suddenly, her remaining eye widened. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her heart, which had been pounding a frantic rhythm of escape, simply stopped. A new wave of fear enveloped her, stronger than anything she had experienced before.

A figure, as still and silent as the others she'd left behind, stood before her. But this one was different.

It wasn't the impact that had thrown her, not a wall or a piece of furniture. It was...him! 

"No no no no! T-this can't be happening! You assholes! Fuck all of you! No no no! Don't come near me, you piece of shit!" she shouted in frustration as she backed away, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

She was about to pass by the animatronics on her right, but they wouldn't budge or move; they stood like statues in front of her. Fear gradually wrapped around her mind. 

Just as she was about to run, that animatronic suddenly grabbed her. Its right hand tightly clasped her body while it simultaneously seized her right arm and pulled her upward with a fierce strength. Her heart raced, pounding like a drum reaching the peak of fear.

"G-gol..." 

Her hand was cut and her bone was visible, while her blood continued to flow down to the floor. Only her screams resonated, echoing throughout the space, like a cry lost in the wind. 

"...den Fr..." 

It then proceeded to take her left hand. It twisted and pulled again before finally consuming it. Her voice faded, her words becoming echoes in her mind. 

"...ed—..."

A sickening crack split the air as the animatronic figure tore off her right leg. Her life was gone, but her eyes were wide opened, telling a story about her gruesome experience.

It was a deliberate, agonizing act, a prelude to the horror to come. The creature, relentless as a predator, stretched her left leg before severing it with the same brutal efficiency. Each crunch of bone was a percussion beat to her mounting terror. 

Her limbs were eaten, the creature turned to the rest of her. With a sickening twist, her lifeless eyes that shows a wide terror, mirrored the creature's cold, calculating gaze. There were never an escape, nor hope in this place, only the chilling certainty of their final, gruesome end.

The air hung thick with the metallic tang of blood, a cloying scent that clung to the damp stone walls of the chamber. In the center, bathed in the eerie glow of a single flickering lamp, stood a figure that was monstrous. It was a grotesque parody of life, a patchwork of flesh and bone held together by some unseen force. 

With a sickening crunch, the animatronic twist and ripped her head from her shoulders, her spinal cord snapping like a dry twig, resulting for her head and body to be separated.

The animatronic lifted her body and sucked the blood coming out of her, the crimson liquid disappearing down its throat as easily as water. 

The scene was a macabre ballet, a grotesque spectacle of life and death intertwined. The animatronic eyes was gleaming with a cold, inhuman light, began to devour the body. It gnawed on the flesh with a savage relish, the sound of its teeth crunching through bone echoing through the chamber. Each bite seemed a deliberate, agonizing act of destruction, a mockery of the pain it inflicted. 

When her body was finished being eaten and mashed, the animatronic turned its attention to her head. It clamped its lips around the mangled face, sucking on the flesh with a horrifying intensity. Her head throbbed, her left eye staring blankly into the darkness, a single tear tracing a path down its cheek. The right side of her face was a grotesque mask of pain, a testament to the animatronics brutal appetite. 

Finally, with a shuddering sigh, the figure tossed her head aside, her lifeless gaze fixed on the ceiling. The chamber was silent, save for the dripping of blood and the faint echo of the animatronic ragged breathing. The air was thick with the scent of death, a chilling reminder of the horrors that lurked in the shadows.

The animatronic absence left a chilling void, the other animatronics dissolving into the shadows like phantoms in its wake. Then, a piercing shriek tore through the silence, the shrill ring of a phone, a cold, metallic rasp that echoed through the empty halls. It seemed to answer the call, the sound a cruel reminder of their fate, a puppet on unseen strings, manipulated by a malevolent hand.

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The phone's laughter was a chilling echo, a warped, distorted sound that seemed to crawl into her very bones. "I'm sorry, no one can come to the phone right now," it rasped, the voice dripping with a chilling amusement. "Why? Oh, because you're all dead! HAHAHAHA!"

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