In the dim light, Avery watched the organizer, the Messenger.
Their average build was hidden beneath a flowing black robe that concealed their hands and feet, making it impossible to determine their gender. What struck her was the tall, authoritative presence they commanded, exuding the calmness of a general ready to face any challenge.
From the top of the stairs, the Messenger scanned the gathered participants and spoke in a voice that had been altered to be indistinct.
"Welcome, everyone, to tonight's gathering. As tradition dictates, please hand over your phones before we dive into our game. After that, pick a seat and help yourselves to your favorite desserts and drinks."
Avery shared a silent glance with Alexander before she handed her phone to a masked attendant.
The attendant placed their phones into clear plastic bags, sealing them with tape, and reminded them, "Remember the number on the seal. Just say it when you want your phone back."
