Darkness. Pressing walls. Temples pulsate with tension. The smell of hundred-year-old mold turns your stomach inside out. There are four people in a small dark room. Two sworn friends, and with them a gun and a knife, capable of resolving a dispute. Once upon a time, friends jokingly challenged each other to a duel. The dark personality took the joke seriously and forced the prisoners of the dungeon to play a cruel game under the sensitive gaze of the Minotaur.