Rosalyn struggled violently, clawing bloody scratches on the person's arm, but she couldn't fight the drug's effects.Right before she lost consciousness, she caught a glimpse of the masked attacker.After some time, a sharp, icy chill jolted Rosalyn awake.Her surroundings were dark, and she found herself lying in a cold, damp basement. Her hands were tied behind her back with a hemp rope, and her ankles were bound just as tightly.The basement was piled with moldy potatoes. The rotting stench and the scent of wet soil made her feel sick.The only light came from a tiny vent above her. In that weak glow, she saw some words painted in red on the wall.[Welcome to the game.]Rosalyn tried to struggle, but the ropes were tied professionally. The more she struggled, the tighter they got.Her phone and jewelry were gone. Even the small mole on her earlobe had been deliberately covered with a bandage.Just then, the basement door creaked open.A dark figure slowly climbed down t
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