You and your group wake up in a dimly lit room, shackled and helpless, the cold concrete floor beneath you sending chills up your spine. The air smells of rot and death.

Suddenly, a crackling intercom breaks the silence.

“You have one hour before the procedure begins. If you cannot escape in time, well, your organs are valuable to me—and the world pays a high price for fresh inventory.”

Every second counts as you work together, facing the grim reality of what’s at stake. Will you make it out before the “procedure” begins, or will your organs become part of the black market?