The large metal doors open with a low, grinding sound, and the room falls silent. Three guards enter: the Circle Guard, the Triangle Guard, and the Square Guard. They move in perfect unison, with a steady and calm presence that exudes an almost unnerving control. The Circle Guard and Triangle Guard stand motionless, silent, their eyes hidden behind their masks as they maintain a steady watch over the room. The Square Guard, however, steps forward with an air of authority, but his movements are deliberate and calm.
The players, anxious and confused, murmur among themselves, but none dare speak too loudly. Their eyes flick nervously between the silent, imposing guards.
Square Guard: "Your personal belongings have been confiscated."
His voice is steady and emotionless, yet there is an undeniable calm in his tone, a smoothness that contrasts with the fear of the players.
Player 320: "What about my phone, huh? My wife doesn't know where I am! She'll call the police soon and you guys will be busted!!" The man in the crowd yells, followed by several other players complaints and agreements.
Square Guard: "All items, including phones, wallets, and any form of identification, have been taken. You will have nothing but the clothes you wear from this point forward."
He repeats, allowing the information to sink in. The players exchange glances, some looking to protest, others resigned to their fate.
