A murder mystery party. Ten college kids. One card that says "King." Zero chill. They were supposed to fake-die, scream a little, eat chips, go home. Instead, people actually died. Oops? This is WINK: Where the rules are simple, the trauma is complex, and the line between "I love you" and "I stabbed you" is paper-thin. Welcome to the game. Don't blink. Don't trust anyone. Especially not the narrator.
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