Death and other Party Games

Eleven strangers. A deadly game where survival is the only rule.

Among them, two volunteers-or maybe more. Players who entered willingly, their motives unknown. Overseeing it all, a mastermind lurking in the shadows, pulling the strings, orchestrating every move like a grand game of chess. And here, survival isn't about strength. It's about control. And in a game like this, control is everything.

Leon has spent his life playing power games, but this one is different-here, the pieces bleed.
Kavya weaves lies like a web, watching people struggle as she tugs the strings.
Aisling, the quiet genius, sees patterns in the madness, calculating every fracture before it even forms.

But even the sharpest minds crack under pressure.
Guilt festers. Betrayal seeps in. Truth and illusion blur until neither can be trusted. They thought they understood the rules. They thought they could outplay, outthink, outlast.

They were wrong.

Because in this game, survival isn't about who's the strongest or the smartest-it's about who can watch someone beg for their life and feel nothing at all.

Secrets coil beneath the surface. Manipulation is a currency. Trust is the most dangerous gamble of all. Every move is a calculation, every word a potential weapon. But when guilt and paranoia begin to seep through the cracks, they'll all come to realize:

The greatest threat isn't the game itself.
It's each other.