My fiancé Leo locked me in a chair with a physical gag, claiming it was a safety test. The betrayal hit when superstar Julian entered, complaining, "Leo promised this VIP stress-relief game would be thrilling." Treating me as a mere NPC, Julian triggered a steel cable that began strangling me while a dark web livestream bet on my exact time of death. To stop him, I must slice my own wrist with a hidden steel blade. Bleeding out is the only way to prove I am real, even though surviving this trap means bearing irreversible damage to my vocal cords. A newly activated ten-million-dollar insurance policy proves my life is nothing but a twisted commodity. With the mechanical strangulation program entering its final sixty-second countdown and the main door completely deadlocked, can a silenced stunt double and a panicked celebrity escape this tomb?