HiddenPearl

[WSA 2025 ENTRY]
Hundred contestants.Hundred days. A single rule……survive.

Every year, people vanish.
Some are criminals.
Some are poor and desperate.
The chosen are gone, traded away like a currency and never seen again..
They are taken to the Recall Trials: a live-streamed, underground competition watched only by the elites.

In a fractured future where society is divided into sectors ,walled cities built on wealth: Sector A (elite) to Sector D (the swamps). The elite live in technological luxury, while the outer sectors rot in poverty, crime, and sickness. 
To control the masses, a secretive elite group known as The Aetherions created a deadly underground reality game called The Recall Trials.
The prize?
Fortune and a place among the elites.
The cost? Everything else.

Players are forced to survive by solving deadly puzzles, facing brutal betrayals and sometimes, finding forbidden romance, all while knowing death could come at any second.

When Vincent Aston, heir to one of the richest families in Sector A loses everything, he falls into a world he was never meant to see, a world that wasn’t made for people like him. A world where memories kill, and even money can’t buy his way out..
Will the golden boy of the elite beat the system or will the game be rigged from the start?

In the Recall Trials, the greatest enemy isn't death…. it's the truth.There are no heroes.
Only survivors.

“When the countdown begins,all that matters is who survives the bloodshed.”

Spoiler Alert! The main character’s flaws consume him, and will eventually turn to the dark side. Nobody’s perfect, and he’s no exception.


Get ready for the Recall Trials!  Music and epic promo video dropping soon!

The Recall Trials

Zaara's POV

Blood dripped from the crowbar I didn't even remember picking up.

Jojo stood beside me, panting hard, one hand pressed to her stabbed shoulder, the other gripping Vincent's lifeless arm.

Vincent's body was heavy as hell, his mask still smeared with dried blood. Jojo's shoulder was bleeding out, and I could barely hold my grip. But we kept dragging him…one step at a time, back into the main trial room.

His boots scraped against the metallic floor, leaving a thin red trail behind.

He wasn't dead. But he was out cold.

And I prayed..God, I prayed he stayed that way.

We dragged him through the hall and into the main room.

The main room… it wasn't the same anymore.

The Monster I Loved