Inside a movie theater.
Victor walks down the aisle in a luxurious white suit.
An orange fox tail drapes around his neck like a trophy.
Four guards in black suits and dark sunglasses surround him.
He heads for his seat in the front row, ready for the next match.
Victor sits, energized. He grabs the microphone.
"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen.
Now we continue with the next match.
Brother and sister—Samir and Dalala—
against four Irish prisoners.
The fight will take place inside a building under construction.
As always…
whoever gets out first, or stays alive, wins."
At that moment, the screen shows images of the siblings and the prisoners.
Recording begins.
Drones circle high around the building.
Their buzzing echoes everywhere.
On the screen, two yellow shipping containers appear at the top of the building, on two different floors.
Victor watches closely, then speaks to a servant.
"Open them."
The first container opens slowly.
Samir steps out first, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight after the darkness inside.
Behind him, Dalala appears, hiding close to his back.
They both wear gray prison uniforms.
On another floor, the four prisoners step out of their container, dressed in orange.
They look around, confused.
Victor, seated comfortably as servants bring him food, smiles.
"Showtime."
Samir starts moving, holding his sister's hand.
"What do we do?" Dalala asks, trembling with fear.
"We get out of here as fast as possible," Samir says, scanning the area.
At the same time, Diégo is taken to an unknown location.
He hangs by his wrists.
Blood runs from his nose.
A guard stands in front of him, swinging a baton.
"Still not talking?" the guard asks—
then slams the baton hard into his stomach.
Diégo groans, losing consciousness.
The guard hits him again.
And again.
Until he finally speaks.
"Stop! Stop! Please!"
Two guards exchange looks.
One of them smirks.
"Got your memory back? Good. Very good."
They both laugh.
"Ready to talk now?" one asks.
"Yes… anything you want," Diégo whispers, broken and in pain.
They untie him and drag him out of the room.
Down a long corridor lined with many rooms—clearly a prison.
They push him into a completely white room.
Sit him at a table in the center.
Tie his hands again.
Then leave.
Diégo gasps for air.
He looks around.
Nothing but white.
So bright it burns his eyes.
Back in the theater, silence fills the hall.
The audience watches as Samir moves carefully with his little sister.
Samir heads toward the stairs.
Dalala follows, cautious.
"Who do you think is waiting for us downstairs?" she asks, tense.
"Probably dangerous criminals. Like always," Samir replies firmly.
They reach the lower floor.
Nothing is there.
Samir shifts into a fighting stance, alert.
"I think they're below us."
"Is the stairway the only way down?" Dalala asks.
"There's no other route?"
"No escape from fighting them," Samir says.
"Stay behind me."
They continue down—but the door to Floor 6 is locked.
"Damn it," Samir growls, forcing the handle.
"It's sealed."
"They're playing games with us," Dalala says.
"They want us to search for keys."
Samir stares at the door, preparing himself.
"We're not solving their puzzles."
He releases a sonic wave from his mouth.
The door explodes.
"Let's go."
Victor, eating and watching, laughs.
"Well, well.
Looks like this boy doesn't like using his brain.
No problem.
The next door is reinforced metal.
He'll have to think a little."
The siblings enter the next floor.
Samir leads.
Dalala stays close behind.
The place is filled with construction tools and materials.
Dalala approaches an unfinished wall and looks outside.
The city spreads before her—
skyscrapers, cars, buses, noise filling the air.
"samir! Come look at this!" she says excitedly.
"That's good," Samir says.
"expected this place to be in a remote location."
"We should look for a way to escape, not to win," Dalala says.
"That's exactly what I'm doing," Samir replies, moving toward the next level.
Drones follow every move.
Both the siblings and the prisoners are on camera.
Samir reaches another locked door and tries to break it.
"Alright. Again."
He releases another sonic blast.
The door doesn't open.
Only dents appear in the solid metal.
"I knew it," Dalala says.
"Let's find the keys. Quickly."
Samir stares at the door stubbornly.
"No. Breaking it is faster."
His sonic attacks echo across the floor.
Meanwhile, Dalala searches frantically.
Victor watches from his luxury seat.
"Oh… this kid is really stubborn."
Dalala enters a room.
On the wall, she sees an arrow pointing toward a shelf.
She turns and inspects it, opening compartments.
Dust explodes into the air.
Inside one, she finds a board.
She wipes it clean.
Written on it:
"Want to open the door?
You'll need a snail house."
The message ends with a laughing face.
A cruel joke.
Without hesitation, Dalala thinks fast.
One of the construction machines nearby has a spiral shape—like a snail.
She rushes to it.
Grabs the wheel.
Turns it hard.
The machine flips, opening from top to bottom.
Samir, still attacking the door, notices her.
"What are you doing?"
Victor starts clapping.
"This girl is very smart.
Unlike her brother."
Dalala peers inside the machine.
Her eyes widen.
"Keys! I found the keys!"
"Really? Great job, sis," Samir says.
They unlock the door and move on.
Samir in front.
Dalala behind.
As they go down the stairs, they meet the four prisoners coming up.
Face to face.
Silence.
Frozen seconds.
Drones capture everything from every angle.
Victor jumps to his feet, eyes burning.
"The moment we've been waiting for!
Entertain us!"
The crowd leans forward, breath held.
Suddenly, the prisoners split apart.
Samir fires a sonic wave.
One prisoner slams into a wall and collapses.
Another hides behind a pillar, shaking in fear.
Two others rush into a room, searching for weapons.
Victor turns to a servant.
"Are there weapons on that floor?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good.
Without weapons, they won't last two minutes.
And we don't want to bore our dear audience."
"Of course, sir."
Inside an office, the two prisoners find pistols.
They grab them and move out, guns raised.
The moment they enter the hallway, Samir and Dalala are there.
Gunfire erupts.
Sparks fly everywhere.
Samir jumps, shielding his sister, diving into a room as bullets tear past them.
"They have guns!" Dalala cries.
"That fat bastard planned this," Samir snarls, furious—
talking about Victor.
Inside the theater, the crowd roars.
Victor laughs loudly.
"Hahaha!"
Samir and Dalala move fast, taking cover behind construction crates and shelves.
As they head toward another exit, a prisoner bursts out from behind them, knocking shelves down.
He raises a metal rod to strike Samir's head.
In a split second, Dalala sneezes—sending the man flying. He crashes into a wall and goes unconscious.
"Nice one. Thanks, sis," Samir says while moving.
"Now only two left. And they're armed."
Two prisoners suddenly corner them between shelves.
Samir unleashes a sonic strike at one.
The man flies through a window, smashing it, and falls out of the building.
Samir's eyes light up.
"Dalala. Now. This way!"
"Why are we running?!" she yells.
"There's only one left! He's out of ammo!"
"We're not running," Samir says.
He reaches the broken window.
They're on the third floor.
Below them—a huge garbage truck filled with trash.
"This is our chance to escape!"
"You want us to jump?!" Dalala panics.
"It's too high!"
"Trust me. We'll be fine."
Samir steps onto the window ledge and grabs her hand.
Victor stands up, furious, his face red.
"What are they doing?! Stop them!"
The theater erupts with whistles and chaos.
The siblings jump into the truck!
They climb out safely—
but before they can run, tranquilizer darts shoot from a drone.
Both collapse unconscious on the sidewalk.
A servant leans toward Victor.
"Don't worry, sir. Everything was under control."
Victor exhales deeply.
"Thank God.
That almost became a real problem."
He leaves his row, guards surrounding him from every side as they clear a path through the crowd.
Suddenly, a servant rushes to him.
"Sir! Sir!"
"Yes? What is it?"
"The guards made that spy talk."
Victor's expression changes.
"That's good news.
Let's see who's hiding behind this."
He steps into his luxury car.
Three black vehicles surround him as he drives away, fully protected.