Players Must Die

Every Friday night, the four of us business tycoons played a secret game of Monopoly.

That was until I drew a black card, and my daughter disappeared.

A cold threat came through my phone: “Quit the game, and she lives.”

I had no choice but to concede. My business empire collapsed overnight, and I ended up behind bars.

But they all forgot one thing

No ordinary person gets a seat at the table.

Now it’s my turn to make the rules of this game, where fate itself is the wager.