Mafia Game

Drake plummeted through the darkness, his heart racing as the air rushed past him. The descent seemed endless, and the realization that he hadn't considered the height of the ceiling hit him like a ton of bricks. Panic fueled his descent, and he flailed through the air, desperately trying to find something to grab onto.

Just as the terror threatened to overwhelm him, he crashed through a wooden platform. The impact wasn't as harsh as he expected, and he found himself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by crates and barrels.

“Ugh! I didn't sign up for this!” Drake groaned, feeling aches and pains from the fall, but relief washed over him—he was alive.

As he took in his surroundings, Drake noticed a group of people huddled in a corner, engaged in an intense discussion. They looked oblivious to his sudden entrance, their attention absorbed in a makeshift map spread out on the floor.

"Are you here to join?" a voice hissed from the shadows, making Drake jump.