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A decrepit tungsten bulb dangled from a black cord at the room's center, its flickering light barely piercing the gloom. Silence spread through the chamber like ink diffusing in water, heavy and all-encompassing.

At the heart of this oppressive space stood a large circular table, its surface mottled with age. A ornate clock occupied the table's exact center, its intricate filigree glinting dully as it ticked away the seconds. Ten dust-covered individuals in worn clothing sat slumped around the perimeter - some sprawled across the table's surface, others tilted back in their chairs - all locked in unnatural slumber.

Behind them loomed a figure in a tailored black suit wearing the severed head of a goat as a mask. Through the mask's hollowed eye sockets shone eyes bright with perverse anticipation. The creature's very presence exuded a nauseating musk of wet wool and rotting meat.

As the clock's hands aligned at midnight, a distant bell tolled. The sleepers stirred.

"Good morning, nine." The goat-headed entity spoke first, its voice rasping through desiccated vocal cords. "How delightful you've finally awakened. Twelve hours you've lain unconscious before me."

The assembled group jolted to awareness, confusion giving way to alarm at their macabre host. The mask wasn't mere prop - yellowed fur clung to actual bone, the eye holes revealing human cunning beneath. A tattooed man with full sleeve ink recovered first. "The hell are you?" he demanded, voice wavering.

Jack Li, seated farthest from their captor, conducted a rapid assessment. No doors. No windows. Walls, floor and ceiling formed a perfect cube segmented by intersecting lines into massive squares. More disturbing - their host had addressed them as nine when ten clearly sat at the table.

Before answers came, a sharp-featured woman cut through the rising panic. "This constitutes unlawful imprisonment," she declared, brushing dust from her sleeves with fastidious disgust. "Every word you utter becomes evidence."

Her calculated composure drew suspicion. "How d'you know we've been here twenty-four hours?" challenged a man in a lab coat.

"The clock cycled twice," she countered, pointing at the timepiece. "Twelve hours claimed, twelve observed prior to abduction."

As debate swirled, the goat-headed figure glided behind a smiling youth. With casual brutality, it smashed the boy's skull against the table. Brain matter sprayed across horrified faces as distant bells tolled again.

"Ten were brought," the creature explained, licking gore from its fingers, "so one might demonstrate the cost of dissent." It gestured at the headless corpse. "Now we are nine."

Panic crystallized into frozen terror. The entity continued, blood-smeared hands distributing paper and pens. "You'll each recount your final memories before arriving. Among these accounts lies one falsehood. Identify the liar through vote - unanimity grants survival. A single error..." It trailed off meaningfully.

A muscular man in a black tee found his voice first. "There's another way! If we all-"

The goat-head raised a cautioning finger. "You have one minute to strategize. Begin."

Silence descended, broken only by the clock's relentless ticking and the wet drip of coagulating blood. Jack Li stared at the brain matter drying on his palm, understanding dawning: their captor wasn't human. This was no ordinary kidnapping. They'd been chosen for something far more ancient... and infinitely more dangerous.

The decrepit tungsten bulb hung from a black wire in the center of the room, flickering dimly. The suffocating atmosphere spread through the space like ink bleeding into water.

At the heart of the room stood a weathered round table, its center occupied by an ornate clock whose intricate carvings seemed to mock the dire circumstances. Ten individuals sat around it, their clothes dust-stained and worn, faces smeared with grime. Some slumped over the table, others reclined listlessly in chairs - all trapped in unnatural slumber.

Beside them stood a man in a black suit wearing a goat's head mask. His piercing gaze emerged from yellowed eyeholes, studying the sleepers with perverse interest.

The clock chimed as both hands aligned at twelve. Distant bells tolled beyond the walls. Simultaneously, the ten stirred awake.

Disoriented, they surveyed their surroundings and each other. None recalled how they'd arrived.

"Good morning, nine," the goat-headed figure spoke first, voice rasping through desiccated vocal cords. "Delighted to meet you properly. You've slept twelve hours before me."

His grotesque appearance startled the group. The decaying mask's rancid stench of mutton and decay permeated the air.

A tattooed man hesitated before voicing the obvious: "Who... are you?"

"Allow introductions," the goat-head waved enthusiastically, clearly relishing the moment. "You may call me Human-Goat. You're participants in a game to create a god."

Jack Li, seated farthest, scrutinized the windowless cube-like room. Walls, floor and ceiling formed seamless planes divided by intersecting gridlines. The goat-head's "nine" designation puzzled him - ten sat at the table, eleven including their captor. His phone was gone.

"Spare us this charade," a cold-voiced woman interjected, brushing dust off her sleeves with disdain. "You've held us over twenty-four hours. Every word you speak becomes evidence against you."

A man in a lab coat challenged her: "How do you know it's been twenty-four hours?"

"The clock cycled twice," she pointed at the timepiece. "No exits exist here. Your 'twelve hours' makes twenty-four. Any objections?"

The skeptic glared, distrusting her composure amidst kidnapping.

"Why 'nine' when there's ten?" a muscular youth demanded.

The goat-head remained silent.

"Fucking bastard!" The tattooed man slammed the table, legs failing him. "You'll regret crossing me! I'll kill you!"

As others tried rising, they discovered paralyzed limbs. Only threats remained.

Jack studied the bloodstained clock. Ten participants implied one wasn't - but who? Six men, four women. Was the captor among them?

The goat-head approached a smiling youth. With brutal efficiency, he smashed the young man's skull against the table. Brain matter sprayed across horrified faces as distant bells tolled again.

"Ten were prepared," the goat-head explained, licking gore from its fingers. "One demonstration sufficed."

Silence descended. The headless corpse's twitching brain matter slid down Jack's cheek. A woman's scream pierced the stillness.

"Nine remain," the goat-head nodded. "I am Human-Goat. You'll participate in creating a god through games. Today's challenge: 'The Liar'."

He distributed blood-smeared papers. "Each will recount their last memories before arriving. One lies. If all correctly identify the liar, they survive. One mistake - all die except the liar."

A burly man demanded strategy discussion time. Granted one minute, he addressed the group: "The rules are arbitrary. One mistake kills us all. Whoever plans to lie - reconsider. We'll expose you."

The goat-head withdrew as debate erupted. Jack Li observed the trembling group - one among them already dead. Who would risk lying now?