More questions flood my mind as I realize I know nothing about these strangers, just like I know nothing about this supposed game I've been invited to.

"It's my first time here," Thea breathes out in awe, her eyes searching the room for something. "I wasn't allowed here before," she says, almost absentmindedly.

"It's him! That's Inu." She jumps to her feet as she points to the stage.

With my attention on Thea, I didn't see that someone appeared on the stage. The lights surrounding the outer area have turned a deep red, while the floor lighting of the stage is a bright white. The audience is mostly invisible now as the focus is solely on the two newcomers.

The man—who I assume to be Inu—is dressed in a pair of black leather pants paired with a sparkly silver tank top. His bleached blond hair is spiky, reminiscent of the early 2000s. He has a pair of black sunglasses on, obscuring most of his face. He must be one of those people I've seen memes on the internet about who doesn't remove his sunglasses indoors.

Next to him is a woman, her hair just as blond as Inu's. She's wearing a silver pleated skirt that matches Inu's tank top, and she has a glittery bra as her top. Her breasts are...generous. That cleavage area alone has the men in the audience audibly panting at the sight of her, whistles and lewd jokes flittering through the club.

They both smile at the audience, waving to get more reaction out of the crowd.

"I can't believe he's here!" Thea jumps up and down.

"That's enough, Thea," Cer grumbles as he pulls her back down onto her seat. "You're going to make a spectacle of yourself."

"So what?" She shrugs, her eyes still glued to the stage. "When will I have the chance to see Inu again?" She gushes audibly.

"Who is he?" I ask, frowning.

"He's the most famous entertainer. His parties are legendary, or so I heard..." she trails off when her brother shoots her a look of annoyance.

Entertainer? So this is a reality show after all? But where are the cameras?

Oh my God! Is this live? Will I be on TV? Then the police will know exactly where to come look for me and...

"Is this being recorded?" I ask warily.

"Recorded?" Thea frowns. "No, of course not. This is an exclusive event that only a few people can take part in. It's very secretive," she tells me before redirecting her gaze to the stage and sighing dreamily as she stares at Inu.

Her brother doesn't seem too pleased about that. His facial expression is the definition of if looks could kill. I guess he doesn't share Thea's enthusiasm about tonight's hosts.

"Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the seventy-ninth edition of The Wishing Game. Are you all ready?"

The crowd follows the cue, erupting in a chorus of glee. "Yes!"