"Welcome, contestants of my House of Fortune!"
The rich, commanding voice echoed through every corner of the mansion, reverberating off the sleek walls and high ceilings.
It was a voice that sounded both familiar and theatrical, as though the man behind it were enjoying himself immensely.
"Your group is now complete—eighteen perfect men and women, each chosen because you deserve a place in my house."
Conversations ceased. Laughter cut off mid-sentence.
Even the clinking of cutlery against plates stopped.
Everyone turned their attention to the ceiling speakers, holding their breath as the voice continued.
"Now, I present to you your first weekly task. Good luck… and may you all enjoy your time in my house."
The voice faded, replaced by a short musical flourish. Then silence.
And then—
