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

My footsteps echoed like I was inside a creature's throat. Pale red lights pulsed every few feet, barely enough to see.

I forced myself to keep walking, one hand brushing the wall, the other tight against my chest like I could hold my heart in place.

I tried to imagine him somewhere ahead of me, doing the same thing.

But we weren't together. Not anymore. Not in here.

My chest tightened, and I went left.

I tried not to think about Vincent. About Nomi. About the baby.

I tried not to remember the way Vincent had looked when he hugged us both..

He chose you, I told myself. He promised.

I didn't know how long I'd been walking when I first heard it:

I stopped cold. My pulse thudded in my throat.

It could be anyone, I told myself. Or anything.

Nothing Compared to Us