They told you it was just a game, a chance to be on television where the lights flash, the cameras roll, and the audience waits, silent and hungry.

You step inside, forced to smile for the screen, every word and every breath captured, recorded, and replayed. But almost immediately you realize the show isn’t what it seems.

The walls hum with static, the air tastes faintly of iron, and the contestants who came before you never made it to the credits.

You thought you signed up for fame, for your chance in the spotlight, but what you really signed was a contract in fear.

Now there’s only one objective left: run, hide, survive… because Channel Zero only ever airs one kind of ending.