You step into an ancient, forgotten temple, its air heavy with mystery. In the center, a stone altar waits, worn yet undisturbed. A voice whispers, “An offering must be made to pass. The game has begun.”

The ground trembles, and you realize the game is more than a challenge—it’s a test of fate. Will you make the right offering in time?

The ground trembles, and you realize the game is more than a challenge—it’s a test of fate. Will you make the right offering in time

The room falls silent as a cold chill sweeps through the air. A figure cloaked in shadows emerges from the darkness—silent, mysterious, and inevitable. The Grim Reaper has arrived. With a skeletal face and an ancient scythe in hand, he moves closer, his presence a reminder that life and death are always intertwined. No soul can escape his grasp, and tonight, he has come for those whose fate is sealed. The air grows heavy as the final judgment nears, and with every step, the Reaper draws nearer to the end