Kitchen Battle

The room hung heavy with tension, a palpable sense of dread that clung to the very air they breathed. George, a man of intellect and reason, stood frozen before a phenomenon that defied all rationality. He ached to dismiss it as an elaborate illusion, a conjurer's trick, something born of technology or sleight of hand. But the look on Rudy's face, the unyielding intensity in those dark eyes, shattered any illusions of normalcy.

The violent black matter that swirled malevolently on Rudy's fingertip demanded an explanation that George couldn't provide. His mind raced, thoughts colliding in a frantic scramble for coherence, for any semblance of reason. What he witnessed challenged the core of his understanding of the world.

Rudy's voice, calm and chilling, sliced through the silence. "I asked you to play a game with me, so let's start. The game will be called Truth or dare, shall we?"