The hum beneath Marcus’s chair was a continuous electric thunder, making the very marble of the pedestal vibrate. Bluish sparks began to crackle at the iron joints of the structure, and the smell of burning hair and ozone flooded our nostrils.Marcus was livid. Sweat poured down his temples, soaking the starched collar of his dress shirt.“This is absurd! I demand to speak to whoever is behind this! I can buy this entire hotel!” he screamed at the mirrored walls, his voice dangerously thin, stripped of any elegance. “I’ll pay twenty million! Thirty million! I’ll double everyone’s prize money here! Turn this fucking thing off!”“Money has no value where the only acceptable currency is life, Mr. Marcus,” the Host’s voice mocked through the speakers, almost whispered, heavy with sadistic pleasure. “Your wallet cannot cushion an electric discharge. And time flies for those who carry so many souls on their backs.”[ BLOOD PAYMENT: 00:35 ][ TARGET: 150 ml ]“Marcus, just cut already!” Beat