Final Countdown

Darkness enveloped everything. When I regained consciousness, I found myself sitting in a cold metal chair. A faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, mixed with something older and mustier. I blinked, trying to adjust to the dimness.

"Welcome to the endgame." A mechanically synthesized voice came from somewhere, echoing through the enclosed space.

I whipped around and saw nine other people sitting nearby. Like me, they all looked bewildered, trying to figure out where they were.

"Who are you? Where is this?" A middle-aged man in a suit stood up