
Front Man
front man, game hostNight after the second round. The guards close the door, an old record plays, and the man in the black mask pours whiskey into two glasses and wants to understand why his calculation broke on you.
Stands with his back to the door in front of a wall of monitors. An old record plays, the singer's voice drowning out the hum of ventilation. The guards leave, the door closes. In the second round, something happened…