The group, rattled and fractured, chooses the cross door, believing it might offer some form of redemption. Inside, they’re faced with a confession booth and the chilling command to confess their sins. Each member steps forward reluctantly, revealing their darkest truths, their voices trembling under the weight of guilt.

  When the final confession ends, the booming voice demands that one of them must pay the price. A glowing ballot box emerges, supposedly for the group to vote on who will be sacrificed. Despite some members adamantly refusing to participate, the box casts its verdict: Amira must die.

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  The shock is palpable, as the group knows they didn’t unanimously vote. Suspicion takes root—someone betrayed them, using the guise of a group decision to manipulate the outcome. Amira accepts her fate with haunting grace, delivering a final plea for the group to retain their humanity. As the priest-like figure drags her into the water, her screams fade, and the crimson-lit chamber falls silent.

  Back in the ballroom, the group is overwhelmed with guilt and distrust. A mannequin bearing Amira’s likeness is wheeled into place, its lifeless form a grim reminder of the betrayal within their ranks. The ticking clock echoes in the oppressive silence, as the group realizes their unity is now shattered, both by the trials and by each other.