for at least twenty people. It’s not a normal set up. There are crystal glasses, white plates and a fork and knife set on a thick plastic covering. The entire middle of the table is completely empty. Normally, flowers and decorations will take up space in the middle to add a taste of class to dinners. I keep my face blank, despite my heart thudding heavily beneath my ribcage. “Take a seat next to me, Zack, please,” Daniel insists, pointing towards the chair to the right of him. Of course, he sits at the head of the table, smiling at his guests like a king. He leans over and mutters to me, “I’m very excited for you to see tonight’s entrée.” I smile, and even I can feel how ice cold it is. “What would that be?” I ask. “Well, we wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, now would we?” Dan deflects before turning his attention to the guest on his left side. I stay silent, instead observing the guests seated around me. Everyone looks to be at complete ease, talking amongst each other, laughing, and smiling. As if it’s just another day, sitting at a dinner table and waiting for a young child to be served. There are three exit points in the dining room. One leads into the kitchen, where there’s a back sliding door. The second leads down a hallway towards the game room and deeper into the house. The third leads back towards the front door. I imagine the girl is in the kitchen. I don’t know if she’s already dead or if this will be like their rituals in the dungeon. My question is answered five minutes later when the kitchen door opens, and an older man walks in, hand in hand with a little girl no older than six. Her brown eyes are wide with terror, looking upon the table like every boogieman in her nightmares has come to life. The monsters inside her dreams were only there to show her what they look like on the inside. “Ladies and gentlemen. Dinner is served.”