A sister for a life

Back in the Death Room. Ambra wakes up disoriented, desperate. She hasn’t heard from her sister Chiara, not a single word. Not even Annalisa, also trapped in the room, can give her an answer.
Then, the Voice returns, that twisted puppet master behind this macabre game, and makes them an offer soaked in blood: if Ambra kills Annalisa, she will get Chiara back. If Annalisa kills Ambra, she’ll earn her freedom. The decision is cruel, the consequences fatal. Rage and resentment twist Annalisa’s face—years of silent hate toward the sisters surfacing at last. With no way out, Ambra prepares to fight. One fight. One chance. One survivor.

Only one can live

Hell breaks loose. This isn’t just survival—it’s war. Each woman fights with everything she’s got: punches, savage chokes, hair yanks, slams, smothers… and then the room itself becomes a weapon. Floor, walls, objects… nothing is sacred, everything is lethal.
The knife comes into play, and with it, an electric tension fills the air. Screams and moans echo under the haunting soundtrack that chills your spine. You won’t look away. The blade moves back and forth, and every cut could be the final one. Every second counts. There’s no mercy. Only one desire: win or die.

Tricked and trapped

Ambra is about to fall… but she had one trick left. A hidden knife, a desperate lunge—and a fatal stab. Annalisa is done. Ambra breathes, broken but alive, expecting to see Chiara. But this is the Death Room. There are no reunions here. As she steps forward, the door shocks her into unconsciousness. A lie. No Chiara. No hope. Her “reward”? Yet another round of madness, another friend, another torment.
And you thought it was over? Think again. This game goes deeper than you know. Stay tuned. Keep digging. This is the Death Room.