Next Round
A late-night card game between friends turns into something far more sinister when a mysterious fifth player joins their table. At first, it feels like a glitch—lag, disconnects, strange messages—but one by one, players who lose suddenly vanish. No goodbyes. No explanations. Just silence.
Who added the fifth seat?
Not me.
Probably auto-fill.
Deal already. I'm half asleep.
Username is just "Dealer."
That is aggressively cringe.
Its camera is just black.
Good. I don't want to see some random guy chewing.
First hand's up.
And Chloe folds instantly. Respectfully pathetic.
I did not fold. My screen froze.
It says you timed out.
No, it says loser disconnect.
What kind of app are we on?
I sent the same link as always.
Why did my mic unmute by itself?
Stop messing around.
I'm not touching anything.
Chloe?
There's someone behind my chair.