“Your task is to escape. Alive.”

A collective gasp rose from the crowd surrounding the stadium.

“You are about to face some of the toughest trials of your life. Physically, and mentally. You may not survive.”

The voice coming from the loudspeaker ricocheted off the huge glass windowpanes dividing the crowd from the circular room inside. A man paced inside the room, walking alongside the glass. His nervousness was unbelieveable, and sweat dripped off his face, ran down his nose and fell to the floor. He was muttering something profusely when the voice spoke again.

“Don’t you wish to speak? To beg, to ask for help?”

The man whirled around, his frantic eyes searching widely around the room for the disembodied voice.

“No! I don’t need your pity! I can do this by myself!”

“Very well. Have it your way. The torture will soon commence.”