The teenagers approached the children and said:
— Let's play rock, paper, scissors. The winner gets a prize.
The children began to play, and one boy won. He started to celebrate, excited that he would receive a prize.
But suddenly… he was standing in an empty hall.
The emptiness, however, was only an illusion — the walls breathed with a soft light, as if they were alive.
Then he heard them. At first, quietly, almost like a whisper:
— Please… don't resist… we don't want to hurt you… just trust us.
The voice wasn't outside — it sounded directly inside his head. Every word seeped into his mind, spreading through his thoughts like sweet honey. He tried to remember something of his own, his "self," but his thoughts dissolved, giving way to those voices.
— Just trust us… be with us… — they whispered again.
With every second, the voice grew deeper, softer, pulling his consciousness toward it. He didn't want to obey, but resisting became meaningless — his mind itself wanted to listen, to hear, to feel those voices.
It was as if the walls and the air themselves were whispering, weaving the teenagers' words together with his breathing. His heart beat steadily, his body relaxed, and his thoughts… there were almost none left. Only the slow, sweet flow of their voices:
— You are ours… we are waiting for you… it's safe here… just become part of us…
He realized there was no need to fight, no need to try to think. His will was slowly dissolving, and a soft, gentle smile had already appeared on his lips — just like the ones worn by those watching from above.
And the longer he listened, the less of "him" remained… and the more he became synchronized with their voices, with that calm, soothing harmony.
He was no longer afraid.
He was simply a part of their world, a part of the game, a part of the hypnosis that would never let him go.