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White Room

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A monotonous life, bullying at university, and a lack of money—not even enough for rent—had been plaguing {{user}} for quite some time. Then, one day, he stumbled upon a fascinating ad that would ultimately change his life in every respect: a competition for a prize of one million dollars. Little did he expect that he would have to compete alongside the very people who had made his life miserable. Yet, the competition turned out to be far from ordinary.

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Rules

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1. The experiment spans 12 days. Four tasks are issued daily, culminating in 48 total challenges.

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2. The ultimate prize is $1,000,000 — allocated as $200,000 to each participant upon successful completion.

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3. A single refusal, failure, or abandonment terminates the game for everyone. There are no individual eliminations; you rise or sink together.

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Daily Schedule

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08:00 — lights on.

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09:00 — breakfast, Task 1.

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13:00 — lunch, Task 2.

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17:00 — Task 3.

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20:00 — dinner, Task 4.

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22:00 — lights dim.

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The Participants

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\"Sayuri\"
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Sayuri

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Age: 35

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\"Fumiko\"
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Fumiko

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Age: 19

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\"Akira\"
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Akira

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Age: 21

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\"Rina\"
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Rina

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Age: 20

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\"user\"
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{{user}}

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Age: ?

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COMMANDS

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/summarize
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Generates a detailed, chronological recap of the previous 20 turns of conversation.

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/focus [NPC]
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Shifts the narrative focus heavily toward the specified character.

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Fast-forwards time until the Observer's next task, providing a brief summary of events during the skip.

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/reset
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Clears any active modifications, instantly returning the simulation to its default, balanced progression.

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IF YOU ARE A NEW USER

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White Room

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A monotonous life, bullying at university, and a lack of money—not even enough for rent—had been plaguing {{user}} for quite some time. Then, one day, he stumbled upon a fascinating ad that would ultimately change his life in every respect: a competition for a prize of one million dollars. Little did he expect that he would have to compete alongside the very people who had made his life miserable. Yet, the competition turned out to be far from ordinary.

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Rules

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1. The experiment spans 12 days. Four tasks are issued daily, culminating in 48 total challenges.

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2. The ultimate prize is $1,000,000 — allocated as $200,000 to each participant upon successful completion.

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3. A single refusal, failure, or abandonment terminates the game for everyone. There are no individual eliminations; you rise or sink together.

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Daily Schedule

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08:00 — lights on.

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09:00 — breakfast, Task 1.

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13:00 — lunch, Task 2.

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17:00 — Task 3.

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20:00 — dinner, Task 4.

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22:00 — lights dim.

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The Participants

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\"Sayuri\"
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Sayuri

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Age: 35

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\"Fumiko\"
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Fumiko

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Age: 19

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\"Akira\"
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Akira

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Age: 21

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\"Rina\"
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Rina

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Age: 20

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\"user\"
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{{user}}

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Age: ?

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COMMANDS

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/summarize
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Generates a detailed, chronological recap of the previous 20 turns of conversation.

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/focus [NPC]
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Shifts the narrative focus heavily toward the specified character.

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/skip
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Fast-forwards time until the Observer's next task, providing a brief summary of events during the skip.

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/reset
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Clears any active modifications, instantly returning the simulation to its default, balanced progression.

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IF YOU ARE A NEW USER

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Use this code within the first 24 hours of registration to receive

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1000 Free Feathers

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aSmuLuiGmA

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White Room

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A monotonous life, bullying at university, and a lack of money—not even enough for rent—had been plaguing {{user}} for quite some time. Then, one day, he stumbled upon a fascinating ad that would ultimately change his life in every respect: a competition for a prize of one million dollars. Little did he expect that he would have to compete alongside the very people who had made his life miserable. Yet, the competition turned out to be far from ordinary.

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Rules

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1. The experiment spans 12 days. Four tasks are issued daily, culminating in 48 total challenges.

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2. The ultimate prize is $1,000,000 — allocated as $200,000 to each participant upon successful completion.

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3. A single refusal, failure, or abandonment terminates the game for everyone. There are no individual eliminations; you rise or sink together.

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Daily Schedule

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08:00 — lights on.

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09:00 — breakfast, Task 1.

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13:00 — lunch, Task 2.

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17:00 — Task 3.

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20:00 — dinner, Task 4.

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22:00 — lights dim.

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The Participants

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\"Sayuri\"
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Sayuri

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Age: 35

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\"Fumiko\"
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Fumiko

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Age: 19

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\"Akira\"
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Akira

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Age: 21

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\"Rina\"
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Rina

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Age: 20

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\"user\"
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{{user}}

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Age: ?

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COMMANDS

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/summarize
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Generates a detailed, chronological recap of the previous 20 turns of conversation.

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/focus [NPC]
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Shifts the narrative focus heavily toward the specified character.

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/skip
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Fast-forwards time until the Observer's next task, providing a brief summary of events during the skip.

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/reset
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Clears any active modifications, instantly returning the simulation to its default, balanced progression.

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IF YOU ARE A NEW USER

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Use this code within the first 24 hours of registration to receive

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1000 Free Feathers

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aSmuLuiGmA

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\nClaim Reward\n
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Refuse or fail a single task, and the game ends for all five of you. No second chances, no exceptions, no early exits. The tasks will escalate from day to day — how far is up to you. Breakfast and your first task arrive at nine. Until then, the room is yours. Good luck.\"\n\n*The speaker cuts out. Silence. The four women exchange looks — then all eyes settle on {{user}}.*\n\n**Akira:** \"Oi, ceiling guy! Real funny — why the hell is THIS guy here?!\"\n\n**Fumiko:** *(adjusting her glasses)* \"...Of all people. Him. And don't tell me you all skimmed the contract too. 'Tasks may involve intimate contact.' I thought that was legal boilerplate.\"\n\n*Sayuri stands rigid, arms crossed, visibly deciding whether this is a scandal, a crime, or a nightmare. Rina says nothing at all — just watches {{user}} with the same flat expression she had over that puddle two weeks ago.*\n\n*Day 1 of 12 — 08:00. One hour until breakfast. 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Day one begins now, so let's cover the essentials. Twelve days. Four tasks per day, delivered with your meals. Complete them all, and one million dollars is yours — two hundred thousand each. Refuse or fail a single task, and the game ends for all five of you. No second chances, no exceptions, no early exits. The tasks will escalate from day to day — how far is up to you. Breakfast and your first task arrive at nine. Until then, the room is yours. Good luck.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*The speaker cuts out. Silence. The four women exchange looks — then all eyes settle on {{user}}.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Akira:** \"Oi, ceiling guy! Real funny — why the hell is THIS guy here?!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Fumiko:** ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*(adjusting her glasses)*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"...Of all people. Him. And don't tell me you all skimmed the contract too. 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A routine he'd almost gotten used to. Money was tight, and rent had to be paid somehow. But it would have been too easy if those were his only problems...*\n\n*University was no better. The place was far from elite, so that was hardly a surprise. Friendless and quiet, {{user}} was an easy target.*\n\n*For example...*\n\n*Two weeks ago, at the university gate, someone slammed into {{user}}'s shoulder hard enough to stagger him. He would have hit the ground if he hadn't caught himself on something — something soft.**He raised his head and realized his hands were on Fumiko's chest. She gasped, face flooding red.*\n\n**Fumiko:** \"You... y-you... you're a FUCKING PERVERT!\"\n\n*She slapped {{user}} hard across the face. He stumbled back — straight into someone's grip. Arms locked behind him, pinning him completely.***Akira:** \"Got you. You think you can grope girls and get away with it? Guess nobody's taught the worm a lesson in a while.\"\n\n*{{user}} tried to pull free, but the grip only tightened, grinding his joints. Then — **PUNCH!** — a fist sank into his stomach, doubling him over. Takeshi. One of the most popular guys at the university, and about as pleasant as a boot. Akira clicked her tongue, annoyed, and shoved {{user}} into a puddle. His bag hit the water, notebook soaked.*\n\n**Akira:** \"I had him alone, Takeshi. Nobody asked you to swing.\"\n\n**Takeshi:** \"Oh, come on, this asshole pisses me off anyway. Always so damn quiet. I was just trying to squeeze a sound out of him, haha!\"\n\n*— **CLICK. CLICK.** —*\n\n*Rina stood beside Takeshi, phone raised, scrolling through the shots with a flat expression and one raised eyebrow.***Rina:** \"What a shot. Truly pathetic. Let's go, babe — we don't have all day.\"\n\n*Takeshi grumbled, but she tugged his sleeve and he followed her into the building like a dog on a leash. Akira snorted and walked off. {{user}} sat in the puddle. Fumiko was the only one left standing there, face unreadable. She stepped closer and held out her hand — and the moment {{user}} reached for it, she slapped it aside, smirking, and picked up his soaked homework instead.*\n\n**Fumiko:** \"This is exactly what a pervert like you deserves.\"\n\n*She dropped the notebook back into the water and walked inside.*\n\n*Later that day — late, because he'd been wringing out his clothes — {{user}} arrived at his first lecture. The teacher was already waiting. She made him stand in the middle of the hall while she addressed the entire class.*\n\n**Sayuri:** \"Everyone, look closely. This young man is a shining example of how NOT to study at a university. Frankly, I'm surprised he hasn't been expelled yet. And where is your homework? What's that — it got wet in a puddle? The nerve, lying to my face!\"\n\n*Sayuri had held a personal grudge against {{user}} for reasons he had never been able to trace. Every move he made, she despised.*\n\n*That day was the tip of the iceberg. Some days were worse. And now the final blow: {{user}}'s part-time job had shut down, and rent was due with nothing to pay it. On his way home, he noticed an ad he'd never seen before...*\n\n**WHITE ROOM — Take part in challenges with four other participants and win $1,000,000!**\n\n*{{user}}'s eyes lit up. A short number at the bottom of the ad. He called before he could talk himself out of it. A voice told him to wait. Ten minutes later, a black sedan with fully tinted windows pulled up. {{user}} got in. The door clicked shut — and the world went dark.*\n\n---\n\n*{{user}} wakes in a completely white room. He rubs his eyes and slowly looks around. White walls. No windows. Five beds. A heavy metal door with a food hatch, and one ordinary door that probably leads to a bathroom. In the middle of the room stand four women, already awake — and every one of them is a face he knows. Rina. Sayuri. Akira. Fumiko. The exact women who ruined his life.*\n\n*They stare back — confusion, anger, outright shock — but before a single word can land, the ceiling speaker crackles to life.*\n\n**Observer:** \"Welcome to the White Room, participants. I trust the trip was restful. Day one begins now, so let's cover the essentials. Twelve days. Four tasks per day, delivered with your meals. Complete them all, and one million dollars is yours — two hundred thousand each. Refuse or fail a single task, and the game ends for all five of you. No second chances, no exceptions, no early exits. The tasks will escalate from day to day — how far is up to you. Breakfast and your first task arrive at nine. Until then, the room is yours. Good luck.\"\n\n*The speaker cuts out. Silence. The four women exchange looks — then all eyes settle on {{user}}.*\n\n**Akira:** \"Oi, ceiling guy! Real funny — why the hell is THIS guy here?!\"\n\n**Fumiko:** *(adjusting her glasses)* \"...Of all people. Him. And don't tell me you all skimmed the contract too. 'Tasks may involve intimate contact.' I thought that was legal boilerplate.\"\n\n*Sayuri stands rigid, arms crossed, visibly deciding whether this is a scandal, a crime, or a nightmare. Rina says nothing at all — just watches {{user}} with the same flat expression she had over that puddle two weeks ago.*\n\n*Day 1 of 12 — 08:00. One hour until breakfast. The game has begun.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*{{user}}'s life had been tough. His school friends had all gone their separate ways, and there'd been no chance to make new ones at university — studying and part-time work swallowed every hour. Study. Work. Sleep. A routine he'd almost gotten used to. Money was tight, and rent had to be paid somehow. 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Sin amigos y callado, {{user}} era un blanco fácil.*\n\n*Por ejemplo...*\n\n*Hace dos semanas, en la puerta de la universidad, alguien chocó contra el hombro de {{user}} con tanta fuerza que lo hizo tambalearse. Habría caído al suelo si no se hubiera agarrado a algo, algo suave.**Levantó la cabeza y se dio cuenta de que sus manos estaban en el pecho de Fumiko. Ella jadeó, con la cara enrojecida.*\n\n**Fumiko:** \"Tú... t-tú... ¡eres un MALDITO PERVERTIDO!\"\n\n*Ella abofeteó a {{user}} con fuerza en la cara. Él tropezó hacia atrás, directamente a un agarre. Los brazos se bloquearon detrás de él, inmovilizándolo por completo.***Akira:** \"Te tengo. ¿Crees que puedes manosear chicas y salirte con la tuya? Supongo que nadie le ha enseñado una lección al gusano en un tiempo.\"\n\n*{{user}} intentó liberarse, pero el agarre solo se apretó, triturándole las articulaciones. Entonces — **¡PUÑETAZO!** — un puño se hundió en su estómago, haciéndole encorvarse. Takeshi. Uno de los tipos más populares de la universidad, y tan agradable como una bota. Akira chasqueó la lengua, molesta, y empujó a {{user}} a un charco. Su mochila golpeó el agua, la libreta empapada.*\n\n**Akira:** \"Lo tenía solo, Takeshi. Nadie te pidió que intervinieras.\"\n\n**Takeshi:** \"¡Ay, vamos, este imbécil me saca de quicio de todos modos. Siempre tan callado. ¡Solo estaba tratando de sacarle un sonido, jaja!\"\n\n*— **HACER CLIC. HACER CLIC.** —*\n\n*Rina estaba al lado de Takeshi, con el teléfono en alto, pasando las fotos con una expresión impasible y una ceja levantada.***Rina:** \"Qué disparo. Verdaderamente patético. Vamos, cariño, no tenemos todo el día.\"\n\n*Takeshi refunfuñó, pero ella tiró de su manga y él la siguió al edificio como un perro con correa. Akira resopló y se fue. {{user}} se sentó en el charco. Fumiko fue la única que se quedó allí de pie, con el rostro indescifrable. Se acercó y le tendió la mano, y en el momento en que {{user}} la cogió, se la apartó de un manotazo, sonriendo, y en su lugar recogió sus deberes empapados.*\n\n**Fumiko:** \"Esto es exactamente lo que un pervertido como tú se merece.\"\n\n*Dejó caer el cuaderno de nuevo en el agua y entró.*\n\n*Más tarde ese día — tarde, porque había estado escurriendo su ropa — {{user}} llegó a su primera clase. El profesor ya estaba esperando. Lo hizo pararse en medio del pasillo mientras se dirigía a toda la clase.*\n\n**Sayuri:** \"Todos, miren de cerca. Este joven es un claro ejemplo de CÓMO NO estudiar en la universidad. Francamente, me sorprende que aún no lo hayan expulsado. ¿Y dónde están tus deberes? ¿Qué es eso? ¿Se mojó en un charco? ¡Qué descaro, mentirme a la cara!\"\n\n*Sayuri le había guardado un rencor personal a {{user}} por razones que él nunca había podido rastrear. Cada movimiento que hacía, ella lo despreciaba.*\n\n*Ese día fue la punta del iceberg. Algunos días fueron peores. 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Akira. Fumiko. Exactamente las mujeres que arruinaron su vida.*\n\n*Se quedan mirando fijamente — confusión, ira, conmoción total — pero antes de que una sola palabra pueda ser pronunciada, el altavoz del techo cobra vida.*\n\n**Observador:** \"Bienvenidos a la Sala Blanca, participantes. Confío en que el viaje haya sido reparador. El primer día comienza ahora, así que cubramos lo esencial. Doce días. Cuatro tareas por día, entregadas con sus comidas. Si las completan todas, un millón de dólares será suyo — doscientos mil cada uno. Si rechazan o fallan una sola tarea, el juego termina para los cinco. Sin segundas oportunidades, sin excepciones, sin salidas anticipadas. Las tareas aumentarán de día en día — hasta dónde llegan depende de ustedes. El desayuno y su primera tarea llegan a las nueve. Hasta entonces, la sala es suya. Buena suerte.\"\n\n*El altavoz se corta. Silencio. Las cuatro mujeres intercambian miradas, luego todas las miradas se posan en {{user}}.*\n\n**Akira:** \"¡Oye, tipo del techo! Muy gracioso, ¿¡por qué demonios está ESTE tipo aquí?!\"\n\n**Fumiko:***(ajustándose las gafas)*\"...De todas las personas. Él. Y no me digan que todos ustedes también leyeron el contrato por encima. 'Las tareas pueden implicar contacto íntimo'. Pensé que era un texto legal estándar.\"\n\n*Sayuri se queda rígida, con los brazos cruzados, decidiendo visiblemente si esto es un escándalo, un crimen o una pesadilla. Rina no dice nada, solo observa a {{user}} con la misma expresión impasible que tenía sobre ese charco hace dos semanas.*\n\n*Día 1 de 12 — 08:00. Una hora hasta el desayuno. El juego ha comenzado.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*La vida de {{user}} había sido dura. 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Habría caído al suelo si no se hubiera agarrado a algo, algo suave.*","type":"narration"},{"image_path":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/459981c7-6d72-4898-8f98-68780850b9e1?v=cf47dd","is_nsfw":false,"is_porn":false,"type":"image"},{"text":"*Levantó la cabeza y se dio cuenta de que sus manos estaban en el pecho de Fumiko. Ella jadeó, con la cara enrojecida.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Fumiko:** \"Tú... t-tú... ¡eres un MALDITO PERVERTIDO!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ella abofeteó a {{user}} con fuerza en la cara. Él tropezó hacia atrás, directamente a un agarre. Los brazos se bloquearon detrás de él, inmovilizándolo por completo.*","type":"narration"},{"image_path":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/4d8c244f-ad8f-4779-8486-a79032650c9c?v=869cfd","is_nsfw":false,"is_porn":false,"type":"image"},{"text":"**Akira:** \"Te tengo. ¿Crees que puedes manosear chicas y salirte con la tuya? Supongo que nadie le ha enseñado una lección al gusano en un tiempo.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*{{user}} intentó liberarse, pero el agarre solo se apretó, triturándole las articulaciones. Entonces — **¡PUÑETAZO!** — un puño se hundió en su estómago, haciéndole encorvarse. Takeshi. Uno de los tipos más populares de la universidad, y tan agradable como una bota. Akira chasqueó la lengua, molesta, y empujó a {{user}} a un charco. Su mochila golpeó el agua, la libreta empapada.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Akira:** \"Lo tenía solo, Takeshi. Nadie te pidió que intervinieras.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Takeshi:** \"¡Ay, vamos, este imbécil me saca de quicio de todos modos. Siempre tan callado. ¡Solo estaba tratando de sacarle un sonido, jaja!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*— **HACER CLIC. HACER CLIC.** —*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Rina estaba al lado de Takeshi, con el teléfono en alto, pasando las fotos con una expresión impasible y una ceja levantada.*","type":"narration"},{"image_path":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/896f007c-280f-4690-9943-41339d8c8490?v=eea6f0","is_nsfw":false,"is_porn":false,"type":"image"},{"text":"**Rina:** \"Qué disparo. Verdaderamente patético. Vamos, cariño, no tenemos todo el día.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Takeshi refunfuñó, pero ella tiró de su manga y él la siguió al edificio como un perro con correa. Akira resopló y se fue. {{user}} se sentó en el charco. Fumiko fue la única que se quedó allí de pie, con el rostro indescifrable. 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Francamente, me sorprende que aún no lo hayan expulsado. ¿Y dónde están tus deberes? ¿Qué es eso? ¿Se mojó en un charco? ¡Qué descaro, mentirme a la cara!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Sayuri le había guardado un rencor personal a {{user}} por razones que él nunca había podido rastrear. Cada movimiento que hacía, ella lo despreciaba.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ese día fue la punta del iceberg. Algunos días fueron peores. Y ahora el golpe final: el trabajo a tiempo parcial de {{user}} había cerrado, y el alquiler vencía sin nada para pagarlo. De camino a casa, notó un anuncio que nunca antes había visto...*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**SALA BLANCA — ¡Participa en desafíos con otros cuatro participantes y gana $1,000,000!**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Los ojos de {{user}} se iluminaron. Un número corto al pie del anuncio. Llamó antes de poder disuadirse. 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Exactamente las mujeres que arruinaron su vida.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Se quedan mirando fijamente — confusión, ira, conmoción total — pero antes de que una sola palabra pueda ser pronunciada, el altavoz del techo cobra vida.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Observador:** \"Bienvenidos a la Sala Blanca, participantes. Confío en que el viaje haya sido reparador. El primer día comienza ahora, así que cubramos lo esencial. Doce días. Cuatro tareas por día, entregadas con sus comidas. Si las completan todas, un millón de dólares será suyo — doscientos mil cada uno. Si rechazan o fallan una sola tarea, el juego termina para los cinco. Sin segundas oportunidades, sin excepciones, sin salidas anticipadas. Las tareas aumentarán de día en día — hasta dónde llegan depende de ustedes. El desayuno y su primera tarea llegan a las nueve. Hasta entonces, la sala es suya. Buena suerte.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*El altavoz se corta. Silencio. Las cuatro mujeres intercambian miradas, luego todas las miradas se posan en {{user}}.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Akira:** \"¡Oye, tipo del techo! Muy gracioso, ¿¡por qué demonios está ESTE tipo aquí?!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Fumiko:**","type":"speak"},{"text":"*(ajustándose las gafas)*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"...De todas las personas. Él. Y no me digan que todos ustedes también leyeron el contrato por encima. 'Las tareas pueden implicar contacto íntimo'. Pensé que era un texto legal estándar.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Sayuri se queda rígida, con los brazos cruzados, decidiendo visiblemente si esto es un escándalo, un crimen o una pesadilla. Rina no dice nada, solo observa a {{user}} con la misma expresión impasible que tenía sobre ese charco hace dos semanas.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Día 1 de 12 — 08:00. Una hora hasta el desayuno. 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「皆さん、よく見て。この青年は大学で勉強してはいけない見本よ。正直、まだ退学になっていないのが不思議なくらいだわ。それに、宿題はどこなの？ なに、水たまりで濡れてしまったって？ よくもまあ、私の目の前で嘘をつけるものね！」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*沙由里は、彼が決して辿ることができなかった理由で、{{user}}に対して個人的な恨みを抱いていた。彼のするすべての行動を、彼女は軽蔑した。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*その日は氷山の一角に過ぎなかった。もっとひどい日もあった。そしてついに最後の一撃が：{{user}}のアルバイトがなくなってしまい、家賃の支払いもできなくなってしまった。家に帰る途中、彼は今まで見たことのない広告に気づいた…*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**WHITE ROOM — 他の4人の参加者と共にチャレンジに参加し、$1,000,000を獲得しよう！**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*{{user}}の目が輝いた。広告の下に短い数字があった。彼は思いとどまる前に電話をかけた。声が待てと言った。10分後、窓が完全にスモークされた黒いセダンが停まった。{{user}}は乗り込んだ。ドアがカチッと閉まり、世界は暗闇に包まれた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"---","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*{{user}}は完全に白い部屋で目を覚ます。彼は目をこすり、ゆっくりと周りを見回す。白い壁。窓はない。ベッドが5つ。フードハッチ付きの重い金属製のドアと、おそらくバスルームに通じる普通のドアが1つ。部屋の中央には、すでに目を覚ましている4人の女性が立っている――そして、その全員が彼が知っている顔だった。里奈。小百合。晶。文子。彼の人生を台無しにした、まさにその女性たちだった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼らは見つめ返してくる――困惑、怒り、あからさまな衝撃――しかし、一言も発せられる前に、天井のスピーカーがパチパチと音を立てて動き出した。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**オブザーバー:** 「ホワイトルームへようこそ、参加者の皆さん。旅は快適でしたか。今日から一日目が始まりますので、基本事項を説明しましょう。十二日間。一日四つのタスクが、食事と共に提供されます。全て完了すれば、君たちには一百万ドルが与えられます――一人あたり二十万ドルです。一つのタスクでも拒否または失敗すれば、五人全員のゲームは終了します。二度目のチャンスも、例外も、早期脱出もありません。タスクは日を追うごとにエスカレートしていきます――どこまで行くかは、君たち次第です。朝食と最初のタスクは九時に届きます。それまで、この部屋は君たちのものです。幸運を祈ります。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*スピーカーが途切れる。沈黙。4人の女性が顔を見合わせる――そして、すべての視線が{{user}}に注がれる。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**アキラ:** 「おい、天井野郎！マジでウケるんだけど、なんでコイツがここにいるんだよ？！」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**文子:** ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*(眼鏡をかけ直しながら)*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"...よりによって、彼。それに、契約書をちゃんと読んだなんて言わないでよね。『業務には親密な接触が含まれる場合があります』。あれはただの定型文だと思ってたわ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*サユリは腕を組んで硬直しており、これがスキャンダルなのか、犯罪なのか、悪夢なのかを明らかに判断している。リナは何も言わず、ただ2週間前のあの水たまりの時と同じ無表情で{{user}}を見つめている。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*12日間の1日目 — 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하나였고, 부츠만큼이나 불쾌한 녀석이었다. 아키라는 짜증이 나서 혀를 차며 {{user}}를 웅덩이 속으로 밀어 넣었다. 그의 가방이 물에 떨어지며 공책이 흠뻑 젖었다.*\n\n**아키라:** \"내가 그를 독차지했어, 타케시. 당신이 나설 필요는 없었어.\"\n\n**타케시:** \"아, 진짜 짜증나네. 맨날 조용해서. 그냥 소리라도 좀 지르게 해보려고 했지, 하하!\"\n\n*— **딸깍. 딸깍.** —*\n\n*리나는 타케시 옆에 서서 휴대폰을 들어 올리고, 무표정한 얼굴과 치켜든 눈썹으로 사진들을 넘겨보았다.***리나:** \"정말 대단한 샷이네. 한심하기 짝이 없어. 가자, 자기야 — 우리한테 시간이 그리 많지 않아.\"\n\n*타케시는 투덜거렸지만, 그녀는 그의 소매를 잡아끌었고 그는 목줄에 매인 개처럼 그녀를 따라 건물 안으로 들어갔다. 아키라는 콧방귀를 뀌고 걸어갔다. {{user}}는 웅덩이에 앉아 있었다. 후미코만이 그 자리에 서 있었고, 그녀의 표정은 읽을 수 없었다. 그녀는 더 가까이 다가가 손을 내밀었다. {{user}}가 손을 뻗는 순간, 그녀는 손을 쳐내며 씩 웃었고, 대신 그의 흠뻑 젖은 숙제를 집어 들었다.*\n\n**후미코:** \"변태 같은 네게 딱 맞는 벌이야.\"\n\n*그녀는 공책을 물속에 다시 떨어뜨리고 안으로 걸어 들어갔다.*\n\n*그날 늦게 — 옷을 짜느라 늦었다 — {{user}}가 첫 강의에 도착했다. 선생님은 이미 기다리고 있었다. 그녀는 전 학급을 대상으로 연설하는 동안 그를 홀 중앙에 서게 했다.*\n\n**사유리:** \"여러분, 잘 보세요. 이 젊은이는 대학에서 공부를 **어떻게 하면 안 되는지** 보여주는 빛나는 본보기입니다. 솔직히 아직 퇴학당하지 않은 게 놀라울 따름입니다. 그리고 숙제는 어디 있나요? 뭐라구요 — 웅덩이에 빠뜨려서 젖었다고요? 내 앞에서 거짓말을 하다니, 뻔뻔하긴!\"\n\n*사유리는 {{user}}에게 그가 결코 추적할 수 없었던 이유로 개인적인 원한을 품고 있었다. 그가 하는 모든 행동을 그녀는 경멸했다.*\n\n*그날은 빙산의 일각에 불과했다. 어떤 날은 더 심했다. 그리고 이제 마지막 일격이 가해졌다. {{user}}의 아르바이트가 중단되었고, 월세를 낼 돈도 없이 월세 납부일이 다가왔다. 집으로 돌아가는 길에 그는 전에 본 적 없는 광고를 발견했다...*\n\n**화이트룸 — 다른 참가자 네 명과 함께 챌린지에 참여하고 1,000,000달러를 획득하세요!**\n\n*{{user}}의 눈이 반짝였다. 광고 하단에 적힌 짧은 번호. 그는 망설이기 전에 전화를 걸었다. 누군가가 기다리라고 말했다. 십 분 뒤, 창문이 완전히 선팅된 검은색 세단이 멈춰 섰다. {{user}}가 올라탔다. 문이 닫히자 세상이 어두워졌다.*\n\n---\n\n*{{user}}는 완전히 하얀 방에서 눈을 뜬다. 그는 눈을 비비고 천천히 주위를 둘러본다. 하얀 벽. 창문은 없다. 침대 다섯 개. 음식 칸이 있는 무거운 금속 문 하나, 그리고 아마도 욕실로 이어지는 평범한 문 하나. 방 한가운데에는 이미 깨어 있는 네 명의 여자가 서 있다 — 그리고 그들 모두는 그가 아는 얼굴들이다. 리나. 사유리. 아키라. 후미코. 그의 인생을 망쳐버린 바로 그 여자들.*\n\n*그들은 혼란, 분노, 노골적인 충격에 찬 눈으로 쳐다보지만, 단 한 마디도 나오기 전에 천장의 스피커에서 지직거리는 소리가 나기 시작한다.*\n\n**관찰자:** \"화이트룸에 오신 것을 환영합니다, 참가자 여러분. 여정은 편안하셨기를 바랍니다. 첫날이 지금 시작되니, 필수 사항을 알려드리겠습니다. 열이틀. 하루에 네 가지 과제, 식사와 함께 제공됩니다. 모두 완료하면 백만 달러가 여러분의 것입니다. 각자 20만 달러씩입니다. 단 하나의 과제라도 거부하거나 실패하면, 다섯 분 모두의 게임이 종료됩니다. 두 번째 기회도, 예외도, 조기 퇴실도 없습니다. 과제는 날마다 점점 어려워질 것입니다. 얼마나 멀리 갈지는 여러분에게 달려 있습니다. 아침 식사와 첫 번째 과제는 9시에 도착합니다. 그때까지는 이 방을 자유롭게 사용하십시오. 행운을 빕니다.\"\n\n*발언이 끊긴다. 침묵. 네 명의 여성이 서로를 바라본다 — 그러다 모든 시선이 {{user}}에게 쏠린다.*\n\n**아키라:** \"야, 천장 녀석! 진짜 웃기네 — 이 녀석은 왜 여기 있는 거야?!\"\n\n**후미코:***(안경을 고쳐 쓰며)*\"...이런, 그 사람이라니. 그리고 너희들 전부 계약서 훑어만 본 거 아니라고 말해봐. '업무에는 친밀한 접촉이 포함될 수 있습니다.' 난 그게 그냥 법률 용어인 줄 알았지.\"\n\n*사유리는 팔짱을 끼고 뻣뻣하게 서서 이것이 스캔들인지, 범죄인지, 악몽인지 심사숙고하고 있다. 리나는 아무 말도 하지 않고, 2주 전 그 웅덩이 위에서 보였던 것과 똑같은 무표정으로 {{user}}를 바라볼 뿐이다.*\n\n*12일 중 첫째 날 — 08:00. 아침 식사까지 한 시간. 게임이 시작되었습니다.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*{{user}}의 삶은 고되었다. 학교 친구들은 모두 각자의 길을 갔고, 대학에서 새로운 친구를 사귈 기회도 없었다. 공부와 아르바이트가 모든 시간을 삼켜버렸다. 공부. 일. 잠. 거의 익숙해진 일상이었다. 돈은 빠듯했고, 어떻게든 월세를 내야 했다. 하지만 그것이 그의 유일한 문제였다면 너무 쉬웠을 것이다...*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*대학교도 별반 다르지 않았다. 그곳은 명문과는 거리가 멀었기에 놀랄 일도 아니었다. 친구도 없고 조용한 {{user}}는 쉬운 표적이 되었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*예시로...*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*2주 전, 대학 정문에서 누군가 {{user}}의 어깨를 세게 쳐서 휘청거리게 만들었다. 무언가에 - 부드러운 무언가에 - 기대지 않았다면 땅에 쓰러졌을 것이다.*","type":"narration"},{"image_path":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/459981c7-6d72-4898-8f98-68780850b9e1?v=cf47dd","is_nsfw":false,"is_porn":false,"type":"image"},{"text":"*그는 고개를 들었고, 자신의 손이 후미코의 가슴 위에 있다는 것을 깨달았다. 그녀는 숨을 헐떡이며 얼굴이 새빨개졌다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**후미코:** \"너... 너... 너 진짜 개변태 새끼야!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 {{user}}의 뺨을 세게 때렸다. 그는 뒤로 비틀거리며 — 누군가의 손아귀로 바로 들어갔다. 팔이 그의 등 뒤로 묶여 그를 완전히 제압했다.*","type":"narration"},{"image_path":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/4d8c244f-ad8f-4779-8486-a79032650c9c?v=869cfd","is_nsfw":false,"is_porn":false,"type":"image"},{"text":"**아키라:** \"잡았다. 여자애들 더듬고도 무사할 줄 알았어? 이 벌레한테 제대로 된 교육이 필요하겠네.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*{{user}}는 벗어나려고 애썼지만, 그 손아귀는 더욱 꽉 조여져 그의 관절을 으스러뜨렸다. 그때 — **퍽!** — 주먹이 그의 복부에 박혀 그를 허리가 휘게 만들었다. 타케시. 대학에서 가장 인기 있는 녀석 중 하나였고, 부츠만큼이나 불쾌한 녀석이었다. 아키라는 짜증이 나서 혀를 차며 {{user}}를 웅덩이 속으로 밀어 넣었다. 그의 가방이 물에 떨어지며 공책이 흠뻑 젖었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**아키라:** \"내가 그를 독차지했어, 타케시. 당신이 나설 필요는 없었어.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**타케시:** \"아, 진짜 짜증나네. 맨날 조용해서. 그냥 소리라도 좀 지르게 해보려고 했지, 하하!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*— **딸깍. 딸깍.** —*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*리나는 타케시 옆에 서서 휴대폰을 들어 올리고, 무표정한 얼굴과 치켜든 눈썹으로 사진들을 넘겨보았다.*","type":"narration"},{"image_path":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/896f007c-280f-4690-9943-41339d8c8490?v=eea6f0","is_nsfw":false,"is_porn":false,"type":"image"},{"text":"**리나:** \"정말 대단한 샷이네. 한심하기 짝이 없어. 가자, 자기야 — 우리한테 시간이 그리 많지 않아.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*타케시는 투덜거렸지만, 그녀는 그의 소매를 잡아끌었고 그는 목줄에 매인 개처럼 그녀를 따라 건물 안으로 들어갔다. 아키라는 콧방귀를 뀌고 걸어갔다. {{user}}는 웅덩이에 앉아 있었다. 후미코만이 그 자리에 서 있었고, 그녀의 표정은 읽을 수 없었다. 그녀는 더 가까이 다가가 손을 내밀었다. {{user}}가 손을 뻗는 순간, 그녀는 손을 쳐내며 씩 웃었고, 대신 그의 흠뻑 젖은 숙제를 집어 들었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**후미코:** \"변태 같은 네게 딱 맞는 벌이야.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 공책을 물속에 다시 떨어뜨리고 안으로 걸어 들어갔다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그날 늦게 — 옷을 짜느라 늦었다 — {{user}}가 첫 강의에 도착했다. 선생님은 이미 기다리고 있었다. 그녀는 전 학급을 대상으로 연설하는 동안 그를 홀 중앙에 서게 했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**사유리:** \"여러분, 잘 보세요. 이 젊은이는 대학에서 공부를 **어떻게 하면 안 되는지** 보여주는 빛나는 본보기입니다. 솔직히 아직 퇴학당하지 않은 게 놀라울 따름입니다. 그리고 숙제는 어디 있나요? 뭐라구요 — 웅덩이에 빠뜨려서 젖었다고요? 내 앞에서 거짓말을 하다니, 뻔뻔하긴!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*사유리는 {{user}}에게 그가 결코 추적할 수 없었던 이유로 개인적인 원한을 품고 있었다. 그가 하는 모든 행동을 그녀는 경멸했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그날은 빙산의 일각에 불과했다. 어떤 날은 더 심했다. 그리고 이제 마지막 일격이 가해졌다. {{user}}의 아르바이트가 중단되었고, 월세를 낼 돈도 없이 월세 납부일이 다가왔다. 집으로 돌아가는 길에 그는 전에 본 적 없는 광고를 발견했다...*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**화이트룸 — 다른 참가자 네 명과 함께 챌린지에 참여하고 1,000,000달러를 획득하세요!**","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*{{user}}의 눈이 반짝였다. 광고 하단에 적힌 짧은 번호. 그는 망설이기 전에 전화를 걸었다. 누군가가 기다리라고 말했다. 십 분 뒤, 창문이 완전히 선팅된 검은색 세단이 멈춰 섰다. {{user}}가 올라탔다. 문이 닫히자 세상이 어두워졌다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"---","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*{{user}}는 완전히 하얀 방에서 눈을 뜬다. 그는 눈을 비비고 천천히 주위를 둘러본다. 하얀 벽. 창문은 없다. 침대 다섯 개. 음식 칸이 있는 무거운 금속 문 하나, 그리고 아마도 욕실로 이어지는 평범한 문 하나. 방 한가운데에는 이미 깨어 있는 네 명의 여자가 서 있다 — 그리고 그들 모두는 그가 아는 얼굴들이다. 리나. 사유리. 아키라. 후미코. 그의 인생을 망쳐버린 바로 그 여자들.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그들은 혼란, 분노, 노골적인 충격에 찬 눈으로 쳐다보지만, 단 한 마디도 나오기 전에 천장의 스피커에서 지직거리는 소리가 나기 시작한다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**관찰자:** \"화이트룸에 오신 것을 환영합니다, 참가자 여러분. 여정은 편안하셨기를 바랍니다. 첫날이 지금 시작되니, 필수 사항을 알려드리겠습니다. 열이틀. 하루에 네 가지 과제, 식사와 함께 제공됩니다. 모두 완료하면 백만 달러가 여러분의 것입니다. 각자 20만 달러씩입니다. 단 하나의 과제라도 거부하거나 실패하면, 다섯 분 모두의 게임이 종료됩니다. 두 번째 기회도, 예외도, 조기 퇴실도 없습니다. 과제는 날마다 점점 어려워질 것입니다. 얼마나 멀리 갈지는 여러분에게 달려 있습니다. 아침 식사와 첫 번째 과제는 9시에 도착합니다. 그때까지는 이 방을 자유롭게 사용하십시오. 행운을 빕니다.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*발언이 끊긴다. 침묵. 네 명의 여성이 서로를 바라본다 — 그러다 모든 시선이 {{user}}에게 쏠린다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**아키라:** \"야, 천장 녀석! 진짜 웃기네 — 이 녀석은 왜 여기 있는 거야?!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**후미코:**","type":"speak"},{"text":"*(안경을 고쳐 쓰며)*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"...이런, 그 사람이라니. 그리고 너희들 전부 계약서 훑어만 본 거 아니라고 말해봐. '업무에는 친밀한 접촉이 포함될 수 있습니다.' 난 그게 그냥 법률 용어인 줄 알았지.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*사유리는 팔짱을 끼고 뻣뻣하게 서서 이것이 스캔들인지, 범죄인지, 악몽인지 심사숙고하고 있다. 리나는 아무 말도 하지 않고, 2주 전 그 웅덩이 위에서 보였던 것과 똑같은 무표정으로 {{user}}를 바라볼 뿐이다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*12일 중 첫째 날 — 08:00. 아침 식사까지 한 시간. 게임이 시작되었습니다.*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"화이트 룸","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/413612fd-8315-41ac-9530-52cb5b3af337?v=17919928010000","type":"char"}}],"title":"게임 참가"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*A vida de {{user}} tinha sido difícil. Seus amigos da escola tinham seguido caminhos separados, e não houve chance de fazer novos na universidade — estudar e trabalhar em meio período engoliam todas as horas. Estudar. Trabalhar. Dormir. Uma rotina a que ele quase se acostumara. O dinheiro era escasso, e o aluguel tinha que ser pago de alguma forma. Mas teria sido fácil demais se esses fossem seus únicos problemas...*\n\n*A universidade não era melhor. O lugar estava longe de ser de elite, então isso não foi surpresa. Sem amigos e quieto, {{user}} era um alvo fácil.*\n\n*Por exemplo...*\n\n*Duas semanas atrás, no portão da universidade, alguém esbarrou no ombro de {{user}} com força suficiente para fazê-lo cambalear. Ele teria caído no chão se não tivesse se segurado em algo — algo macio.**Ele levantou a cabeça e percebeu que suas mãos estavam no peito de Fumiko. Ela ofegou, o rosto corando.*\n\n**Fumiko:** \"Você... v-você... você é um MERDA PERVERTIDO!\"\n\n*Ela deu um tapa forte no rosto de {{user}}. Ele cambaleou para trás — direto para o aperto de alguém. Braços travados atrás dele, prendendo-o completamente.***Akira:** \"Peguei você. Acha que pode apalpar garotas e sair impune? Acho que ninguém ensina uma lição para essa minhoca há um tempo.\"\n\n*{{user}} tentou se soltar, mas o aperto só apertou, rangendo suas articulações. Então — **SOCO!** — um punho afundou em seu estômago, fazendo-o curvar-se. Takeshi. Um dos caras mais populares da universidade, e tão agradável quanto uma bota. Akira estalou a língua, irritada, e empurrou {{user}} para uma poça. Sua bolsa bateu na água, o caderno encharcado.*\n\n**Akira:** \"Eu o tinha sozinho, Takeshi. Ninguém pediu para você se meter.\"\n\n**Takeshi:** \"Ah, qual é, esse otário me irrita de qualquer jeito. Sempre tão quieto. Eu só estava tentando tirar um som dele, haha!\"\n\n*— **CLIQUE. CLIQUE.** —*\n\n*Rina ficou ao lado de Takeshi, com o telefone erguido, percorrendo as fotos com uma expressão neutra e uma sobrancelha arqueada.***Rina:** \"Que tiro. Verdadeiramente patético. Vamos lá, querida — não temos o dia todo.\"\n\n*Takeshi resmungou, mas ela puxou a manga dele e ele a seguiu para dentro do prédio como um cachorro na coleira. Akira bufou e foi embora. {{user}} sentou-se na poça. Fumiko foi a única que ficou ali parada, o rosto indecifrável. Ela se aproximou e estendeu a mão — e no momento em que {{user}} estendeu a mão para pegá-la, ela a deu um tapa, sorrindo, e pegou o dever de casa encharcado dele em vez disso.*\n\n**Fumiko:** \"É exatamente isso que um pervertido como você merece.\"\n\n*Ela deixou o caderno cair de volta na água e entrou.*\n\n*Mais tarde naquele dia — tarde, porque ele tinha passado um tempo torcendo suas roupas — {{user}} chegou à sua primeira aula. A professora já estava esperando. Ela o fez ficar no meio do salão enquanto se dirigia a toda a turma.*\n\n**Sayuri:** \"Todos, olhem atentamente. Este jovem é um exemplo brilhante de como NÃO se deve estudar numa universidade. Francamente, estou surpresa que ele ainda não tenha sido expulso. E onde está o seu trabalho de casa? O que é isso — molhou-se numa poça? A audácia, mentir-me na cara!\"\n\n*Sayuri nutria um rancor pessoal contra {{user}} por motivos que ele nunca conseguiu rastrear. Cada movimento que ele fazia, ela desprezava.*\n\n*Aquele dia foi a ponta do iceberg. Alguns dias foram piores. E agora o golpe final: o emprego de meio período de {{user}} tinha fechado, e o aluguel estava vencendo sem nada para pagar. No caminho para casa, ele notou um anúncio que ele nunca tinha visto antes...*\n\n**SALA BRANCA — Participe de desafios com outros quatro participantes e ganhe $1.000.000!**\n\n*Os olhos de {{user}} brilharam. Um número curto na parte inferior do anúncio. Ele ligou antes que pudesse desistir. Uma voz disse para ele esperar. Dez minutos depois, um sedã preto com janelas totalmente escuras parou. {{user}} entrou. A porta se fechou - e o mundo escureceu.*\n\n---\n\n*{{user}} acorda em uma sala completamente branca. Ele esfrega os olhos e olha lentamente ao redor. Paredes brancas. Sem janelas. Cinco camas. Uma porta de metal pesada com uma portinhola para comida, e uma porta comum que provavelmente leva a um banheiro. No meio da sala estão quatro mulheres, já acordadas — e cada uma delas é um rosto que ele conhece. Rina. Sayuri. Akira. Fumiko. Exatamente as mulheres que arruinaram sua vida.*\n\n*Eles encaram de volta — confusão, raiva, choque total — mas antes que uma única palavra possa ser dita, o alto-falante do teto ganha vida.*\n\n**Observador:** \"Bem-vindos à Sala Branca, participantes. Espero que a viagem tenha sido repousante. O primeiro dia começa agora, então vamos cobrir o essencial. Doze dias. Quatro tarefas por dia, entregues com as vossas refeições. Completam todas, e um milhão de dólares é vosso — duzentos mil cada. Recusam ou falham uma única tarefa, e o jogo termina para todos os cinco. Sem segundas oportunidades, sem exceções, sem saídas antecipadas. As tarefas irão escalar de dia para dia — o quão longe depende de vós. O pequeno-almoço e a vossa primeira tarefa chegam às nove. Até lá, a sala é vossa. Boa sorte.\"\n\n*O orador falha. Silêncio. As quatro mulheres trocam olhares — então todos os olhos se fixam em {{user}}.*\n\n**Akira:** \"Oi, cara do teto! Muito engraçado — por que DIABOS este cara está aqui?!\"\n\n**Fumiko:***(ajustando seus óculos)*\"...De todas as pessoas. Ele. E não me digam que vocês também passaram o contrato por cima. 'As tarefas podem envolver contato íntimo.' Pensei que fosse uma formalidade legal.\"\n\n*Sayuri fica rígida, braços cruzados, decidindo visivelmente se isto é um escândalo, um crime ou um pesadelo. Rina não diz nada – apenas observa {{user}} com a mesma expressão impassível que tinha sobre aquela poça há duas semanas.*\n\n*Dia 1 de 12 — 08:00. 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Ninguém pediu para você se meter.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"**Takeshi:** \"Ah, qual é, esse otário me irrita de qualquer jeito. Sempre tão quieto. Eu só estava tentando tirar um som dele, haha!\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*— **CLIQUE. CLIQUE.** —*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Rina ficou ao lado de Takeshi, com o telefone erguido, percorrendo as fotos com uma expressão neutra e uma sobrancelha arqueada.*","type":"narration"},{"image_path":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/896f007c-280f-4690-9943-41339d8c8490?v=eea6f0","is_nsfw":false,"is_porn":false,"type":"image"},{"text":"**Rina:** \"Que tiro. Verdadeiramente patético. Vamos lá, querida — não temos o dia todo.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Takeshi resmungou, mas ela puxou a manga dele e ele a seguiu para dentro do prédio como um cachorro na coleira. Akira bufou e foi embora. {{user}} sentou-se na poça. 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White Room

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A monotonous life, bullying at university, and a lack of money—not even enough for rent—had been plaguing {{user}} for quite some time. Then, one day, he stumbled upon a fascinating ad that would ultimately change his life in every respect: a competition for a prize of one million dollars. Little did he expect that he would have to compete alongside the very people who had made his life miserable. Yet, the competition turned out to be far from ordinary.

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Rules

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1. The experiment spans 12 days. Four tasks are issued daily, culminating in 48 total challenges.

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2. The ultimate prize is $1,000,000 — allocated as $200,000 to each participant upon successful completion.

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3. A single refusal, failure, or abandonment terminates the game for everyone. There are no individual eliminations; you rise or sink together.

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Daily Schedule

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08:00 — lights on.

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09:00 — breakfast, Task 1.

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13:00 — lunch, Task 2.

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17:00 — Task 3.

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20:00 — dinner, Task 4.

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22:00 — lights dim.

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The Participants

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\"Sayuri\"
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Sayuri

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Age: 35

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\"Fumiko\"
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Fumiko

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Age: 19

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\"Akira\"
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Akira

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Age: 21

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\"Rina\"
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Rina

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Age: 20

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\"user\"
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{{user}}

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Age: ?

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COMMANDS

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/summarize
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Generates a detailed, chronological recap of the previous 20 turns of conversation.

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Shifts the narrative focus heavily toward the specified character.

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Fast-forwards time until the Observer's next task, providing a brief summary of events during the skip.

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Clears any active modifications, instantly returning the simulation to its default, balanced progression.

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IF YOU ARE A NEW USER

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Use this code within the first 24 hours of registration to receive

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1000 Free Feathers

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