"No? Not a single word?" They ask, the faintest glimmer of their hugely horrible smile spreading over their features in the shadows.

"Then goodbye, dear contestant Seth!" they say it with such delight, like someone who's just won an award. Except as they say his name, the ground beneath him shudders and drops open.

It's a trapdoor.

Seth, and the chair he was sitting in, fall through it and fall through darkness until-- Until he wakes up facedown on the beach. The sun is setting, the waves are lapping against him, and he's no more than ten minutes from civilization. Craydon? Seems like it.

But when he gets there, he won't be greeted by people. Instead, everyone is the same faceless, expressionless, monster-yellow fake people that the audience in the game show was.

That can't be good.