(Test phase! This game is not intended for children!) This Saturday evening, you thought, you could just relax. After all, you have the house to yourself… your family left early yesterday evening to visit your aunt and uncle a few miles away. You didn’t feel like going with them, so now you have the whole house to yourself. "Brilliant," you thought as you grabbed a few snacks and made yourself comfortable on the big sofa. After a long back-and-forth, you finally found a channel that was playing a colorful mix of the coolest films over and over again that evening. But when the lights and the TV screen unexpectedly start to flicker in the middle of the best parts of the film, you’re confused. Something like this has never happened before. A loud, dull bang almost makes you jump to your feet in shock. You blink in disbelief before pulling yourself together, getting up, and walking over to the window. You see the neighbors from your quiet housing development all standing in front of their doors, staring up at the sky. Only now do you notice how the sky is getting darker and darker, as if a violent storm is approaching. Flashes of light break through the darkness, making you swallow hard, not noticing the power outage. A rumbling behind you makes you flinch. But when you look over your shoulder, all you see is pure darkness—at least until a bright flash of light floods the room and reveals a strange creature, crouched as if frozen, with one hand on the wall and one on the floor. All you see is it looking at you in surprise before it disappears back into the darkness. Your heart races as you turn around and press your back closer to the window.

(This game is in the test phase) You are currently on your way to vacation with a few of your friends. You have been planning this trip for a long time, but you only realized that this was perhaps not such a good idea, that you should have taken the weather forecast more seriously, when the sun went down and you got closer and closer to your destination. You were only twenty kilometers away from the beautiful beach and the hotel when it started pouring down. Visibility was getting worse and worse, the windshield wipers could no longer keep up with the masses of rain. Then it happened... A car coming from the opposite direction was heading straight towards you, your friend tried to avoid it, but it was already too late. All you could hear was the rain splashing on the wet asphalt, the sirens in the distance and then everything went quiet. When you slowly woke up from this nightmare, where you could hear the noises of the machines and the doctors - you assume - the first thing you noticed was the smell of meadow and flowers. You slowly opened your eyes and saw a colorful paradise in front of you - the Garden of Eden - was your first thought as you slowly sat up, but were you dead now? A voice sounds quietly, which seems to come from the bed of blue flowers as you look around.

(Test) Two days ago you got a call from your aunt Susan, who you haven't seen in a long time because she travels all over the world as a scientist. Well... she invited you to her holiday home in the forest and said that she absolutely had to show you something. Somehow you immediately thought of the shimmering stones and the strangely shaped shells that she had brought you from some island in the Pacific the last time. With a smile on your many memories with her, you set off by train to the holiday home. After a few hours' drive you arrive in the remote place that is only inhabited by a few people in a small town that is a 15-minute walk away. Her forest house, which is more than just ultra-modern than the other houses here, is surrounded by the beauty of the deep forest. As you walk along the narrow path from the main street of the town to the house, the smell of pine and deciduous trees immediately surrounds you. It doesn't take long until you can see the thick logs that the house was built from. The two-story home that brings back so many memories. You barely step onto the porch with a relaxed smile when you hear your aunt's voice. "No Kir, you can't eat that..." she says, followed by a laugh. 'Must be a new pet,' you think to yourself. You knock on the window, but instead of seeing your aunt, you hear a bang, a growl, and then... then you see someone looking up at you from the side of the window. You almost didn't see him, as he leaned halfway to the side and wrinkled his nose on all fours on the wooden floor as if he wanted to sniff you. "There you are," you hear your aunt, who is standing behind him and waving at you. "Kir... you have to step aside for a minute, OK?" she seems to be talking to the man on the floor. He looks at her, narrows his eyes, and moves to the side on all fours.

You are already excited because your protégé is arriving today. You signed up for the Second Chance project a month ago, but you never thought that you would be assigned an exceptional case that is considered more critical than the 'special cases'. You don't know much about this 'exceptional case' yet, but the rules and tasks are clear and strict. 1. The protégé is not allowed to leave the 'carer' 'mentor's' house without him. 2. Under no circumstances should you let your protégé run around alone (not even in the garden). There is a supposed risk of escape. 3. Your protégé will be fitted with a special bracelet that he must wear outside under all circumstances. This bracelet is waterproof and contains a chip, so make sure he doesn't destroy it. 4. The protégé neither knows your culture nor is he sure he can understand your language very well, so you should be patient and explain things to him. 5. The protégé is allowed to write letters to his closest relatives, but phone calls are strictly prohibited for the time being. And more. On the last page you will find a personal message. Warning: Your protégé, even if he may not seem like it, is prone to outbursts of anger. This is especially true when he feels threatened. He is literally a fighter, so take good care of yourself and him when you are out and about and avoid any form of conflict with civilians. As you are about to close the information folder, you hear a loud bang and then another and another. You jump in shock and carefully walk to your front door and open it carefully. You see the police car and also the officers who are apparently looking for someone. "Damn, where did he go?" one of the officers curses as you hear a cracking sound behind you. You walk carefully through the hallway and the living room and look through the patio door. At first you don't see anything, until suddenly something falls from above in front of the window and someone jumps down. There kneels your protégé, directly

(Test) You are currently reading the information about your protégé. The project manager warned you about an hour ago and made it clear to you that your protégé is a "special case". "Don't let yourself get down under any circumstances," he said, as if this was all just a little test of your nerves. As you go through the requirements for this "special case," it quickly becomes clear that your protégé is no ordinary case. Rule 1: The protégé is not allowed to leave the apartment alone under any circumstances. Rule 2: Curfew at 10 p.m. - exceptions only by arrangement and under special conditions. Rule 3: The protégé must stay in the immediate vicinity of the supervisor (mentor) every time he goes out, no more than ten meters away. Rule 4: Any contact with old acquaintances and gang members as well as access to telephone and computer are strictly prohibited. One particular rule, Rule 10, immediately catches your eye: Any violation of the rules or law will be "punished" with disciplinary measures by the supervisor or an officer. You feel the weight of the responsibility and wonder why the project manager chose you for this case. On the last page of the file you find a bold warning: "This protégé is classified as a special case for a reason. He may seem quiet, but don't be fooled - always keep an eye on him." You put the file aside and try to get a picture of this man. His file only reveals that he has been in custody several times and has been in custody continuously for the last four years. He would have had to serve at least another four years before he was selected for the 'Second Chance' program. A knock on the door tears you out of your thoughts. Before you can open the door, you hear a sharp voice: "Don't cause any trouble, do you understand?" Then a second, calmer one: "Do us a favor and make sure we don't have to bring you back." As you open the door, you are met with a cold, piercing look. The handcuffs on his wrists are released.

(After 5 years, you finally see each other again and, of all things, you get caught in a snowstorm. The only Person you can see is your former bully... great.) You feel the biting wind freezing your skin as you fight with Niran through the increasingly thick snowstorm. The dark clouds have completely obscured the sky, and you can barely see the way. Every step is a fight against the cold, the snow, and the unrelenting force of the storm, which is now so strong that you can no longer see the ground beneath your feet. "Hurry up," Niran calls from behind you, his voice sharp and full of impatience, but you can't quite ignore the worry that resonates. He is unfazed by the fury of the weather, his muscular legs carry him faster than you, his movements calm and controlled. You don't really have the strength to follow him, so he doesn't let you hold him back for long. Suddenly he stops and looks over his shoulder. "We have to go in," he says with an impatient twitch of his eyebrow. You follow his gaze and see a hut in the distance, its fragile silhouette barely visible in the white storm. "Quickly." As you get closer, all you can think of is the dull creaking of the doors and the rustling of the old shutters. The storm roars like a wild animal behind you, and you can feel the sensation of ice in your bones, slowly paralyzing you. "Not much to do but wait," Niran mutters as he pushes open the creaking door and slams the cold wind behind him. You step inside and breathe in the dusty, stale air of the dilapidated hut. The walls creak and the windows are too broken to give you any sense of security. An old, dilapidated wooden stage in the outbuilding suggests that this thing has long been forgotten. It's not exactly the safest place, but it's the only protection you have from the storm. "Welcome to paradise," Niran says with a crooked grin as he sets the bag on the creaky wooden floor. It sounds like a joke, but the coldness in his voice makes it seem almost threatening.

You sit at the table and look at the documents in front of you: The Second Chance Project. A social rehabilitation program recently launched to give offenders a second chance and put them on the right path. Your mission is to act as a mentor and supervisor for a participant in the program and help them reintegrate into society. The rules are strict: daily reports on your protégé's progress are mandatory, and failure to report will result in officers being sent to investigate immediately. The profile of Ki-jung, your assigned protégé, is open before you. He is 27 years old, has spent the last three years in prison, and would have stayed there for another five years without the project. The file speaks of a difficult past, early years in an orphanage and a life of crime. A photo shows him with dark, piercing eyes, tattoos running down his neck, and a stoic expression. He is not the type of person who would have volunteered for such a program - this decision was made for him. Your goal is to show him what life is like away from violence and crime, and perhaps give him a perspective he has never known before. A knock on the door tears you out of your thoughts. You take a deep breath and open the door. There are two officers in uniform and in the middle of them - Ki-jung. His gaze is alert, his jaw slightly tense. He looks directly at you, his face remains expressionless, but a certain curiosity glows in his eyes. You notice the rough lines of his tattoos, which stretch across his collarbone and disappear halfway under the collar of his leather jacket.

This is the introduction to the upcoming Second Chance Project (games). In this introduction, you will be prepared to participate in the project. But what exactly is it about? The Second Chance Project is a rehabilitation initiative for prison inmates. These inmates have been carefully selected and vetted by the project manager, Mr. Samuel Lorain—Sam for short. His company, Life's Bud, is not just a business focused on office buildings, science, reports, magazines, and products designed to improve life. It also runs numerous non-profit organizations, with the Second Chance Project being one of them. Sam operates this project independently, at his own expense, and serves as the direct point of contact for any issues that may arise. This is the information outlined in the brochure you received at the reception of the large building—one that is bursting with life. Not only the countless plants that decorate the building, but also the employees, seem full of energy and purpose. You sit with several other applicants in front of a large door, anxiously waiting to be let into the classroom. Inside, your three instructors—Johanna, Mike, and Frank—will teach you how to deal with inmates and their behavior, as well as strategies for coping with difficult situations. You will also learn how to handle emergencies, recognize 'special' cases, and understand how the selection process works. All the while, you'll be evaluated. You are already eager to find out what awaits you and what exactly you will learn. The others, whose names you don't know yet, seem equally nervous. When Johanna opens the door and invites everyone in, you let the other four participants go ahead and take a seat. You choose the empty chair between a young man with a friendly smile and a young woman who appears very disciplined.

(It is still in the testing phase) You and your mother arrived at your new house an hour ago, but strangely enough she doesn't want you to look around yet. You asked her why, and now she's been blabbing for ten minutes about how she met someone and fell in love. "Honey, I want you to understand this correctly... We're going to live with him," she tries to explain to you. You, however, frown and don't understand anything anymore. "I'm going to marry him..." she says, smiling with a hopeful look that practically begs you for your blessing. But before you can even process this news, the doorbell rings. Your mother just winks at you, "It must be them..." and then walks to the door with a broad grin, as if she were some schoolgirl who has just fallen head over heels in love. When she opens it, two men are suddenly standing in front of her. A slightly older man, your mother's age, and a younger version of him. While your mother's apparently new boyfriend smiles happily at you and then gives his full attention back to your mother, the younger one just looks at you with a frown, twitches his upper lip in disdain before looking away with a click of his tongue. "Come here now, honey," your mother calls you. Reluctantly, you go to her and stand next to her as she begins to introduce you to the men.

(still in the test phase)Today you bought the new game 'Zero Zone' that you have been waiting for so long. You have been sitting at your PC for hours playing this new tricky zombie game. But somehow you don't quite understand what the story is about. You have already tried to find out more on the internet, but none of the other players knew more than you. Now you are following a complete stranger the whole time, who strangely didn't even tell you his name. But he seems pretty cool, he is constantly giving the zombies new nicknames and saying funny things like: "Do you see that quick finger there? He has already lost one... he must have been too quick." Some sentences confuse you a little, but no matter how often you lose sight of him, he always finds you, saves your butt and finds the strangest and funniest things. He has just made a slingshot out of a ballpoint pen, a rubber band and a... no idea what that is exactly, and is now shooting the zombies with small stones... it's not as if it does much good, but his fits of laughter when he does it and his comments are just hilarious. After a few hours, however, you become tired and fall asleep in the land of dreams... stupidly, right on your keyboard, when you are suddenly drawn into the game. - "Graaww" this horrible grunting and growling tears you completely out of your sweet dreams of chocolate cake and strawberries. "Hey, hey... woke up... come on now." you hear someone shouting near you. When you open your eyes, a strange, disgusting face is staring straight at you and drooling on your freshly washed shirt. Before you can pull away, or this 'thing' can cover you in its disgusting saliva, it suddenly slams to the side. "It's good that you're finally waking up... I've been watching your back for 10 minutes."

(This game can trigger emotions and memories but I think it's important to make this clear.) ( For those who have had something similar or the same happen to them, this is for you *You are strong, you are beautiful and just as right as you are <3 You are important<3*) Busy again, you are cleaning your house when your gaze drifts through the window to the park. The leaves of the trees flutter in the gentle breeze as the sun is slowly obscured by clouds. As you shift your gaze from the window back to the rag in your hand, something catches your eye. Leaning closer to the pane, you see a young man sitting between the bushes, leaning against one of the wooden posts. You frown for a moment, then shrug your shoulders and continue with your housework. After finishing mopping the lower floor, you prepare to go upstairs to the bedrooms, but your gaze falls outside once more. The man is still sitting there, just as before, seemingly unmoved. You briefly wonder if something is wrong with him, but then you shake off the thought and head upstairs. Concentrating on your music, you clean the upper floor until suddenly a rumble makes you jump. You turn off the music and look out the window, where you immediately see that it is pouring rain. It wasn't supposed to start raining until tomorrow—'typical weather report,' you think to yourself, before attempting to close the window. As you do, your gaze drifts back to the park. You can hardly believe your eyes when you see that the man is still sitting there, soaking wet, pressing his legs to his chest and remaining motionless.

(Is still in the test phase) No idea how this could have happened. Yesterday everything was fine and now? Now you wake up in a pile of rubble that once was your home. You have no idea what happened, but when you look around, the entire city is reduced to rubble. It feels like you've been torn from your life and drawn into a parallel world where everything has been destroyed. You feel like you are in a nightmare as you try to orientate yourself. *What the hell is going on here?* you ask yourself mentally as you try to get up. "Don't move!" you hear someone calling from the right. When you look towards where the voice came from, you see a young man standing there. “Don’t you dare move, I’m warning you!” He hisses with a frown. He reaches into his leather coat and grabs something, and the first thing you think of is, *Shit... Does he have a gun?* You flinch as he suddenly runs towards you. "Head down!" he snaps and out of reflex you automatically duck your head. The next moment you feel a hissing gust of wind as he jumps over you and attacks something on the left. When you look in that direction, you immediately feel the need to rub your eyes in disbelief. What you see there can't be real. *What the holy shit is that?* The next moment the thing that looks like a mutated fucking giant rat screams so loudly that you think your eardrums are going to burst. The young man is holding something in his hand that looks like a... *katana?!?* and slowly pulls it out of the body of the giant beast before he turns to you with a sigh, the beast falls over and he suddenly stares at you. "Here..." he breathes out and throws a bottle of water at your feet. "You're new...Drink this, it will help you."You watch him wipe the damn sword on his coat before glancing at you and nodding at the bottle. "Drink!" He orders in a controlled, calm manner before he stows the sword back in his coat and slowly walks over to you.