Eliot found himself in a dark atmosphere while laying sprawled upon a slab of cold concrete. He could hear groans of pain from several voices in scattered directions. His arms extended to grope about the area in order to identify his surroundings. One of the hands brushed against a soft and fluffy substance and heard a familiar voice that asked, "Okay, who played with my hair?" He blushed in embarrassment once he discovered the substance was Dawn's hair. "Uh, that was me." he replied sheepishly. The soft shifting of cloth had been released while she grumbled, "Where is that lighter…" After a moment of searching, a slight click pierced the low roar of the crowd and a flame illuminated Dawn's face and hand with a flickering golden glow. She grinned and said, "Now we can see in here." "Do you think that this is the beginning of the game?" he asked, attempting to suppress his fright with a calm façade. "I highly doubt that. This is most likely some psycho trying to fuck with us." she said, warily while extending the flame up to the ceiling and looked upward.

From what they had observed, the ceiling had been the two panels which functioned as doors and stationed at thirty feet above their heads, suspended lamps hung from the borders of the doors. She directed the flame to the ground to reveal newspapers that were haphazardly spread about the surface. "This could be an underground shipping station." he suggested. "It could be…" she said warily. Lights from the suspended lamps activated simultaneously which influenced Dawn to switch her lighter off and return it to a pants pocket. "That is better." she remarked while blinking her eyes in order to adjust to the light.

The lights revealed the once dark room to be a vault full of teenagers, several surveillance cameras and speakers mounted on the walls, and a table in the center of the room. The teens approached the table to see a television and a small video camera pointing at them. Dawn seemed to be the only one of the group bold enough to approach the table and paused once the monitor activated. A oddly dressed man appeared on the screen. He had been dressed in a dark green business suit while wearing black leather shoes, black fingerless gloves with green question marks painted on his fingers, a black fedora hat with a green hat band, and green question marks painted on each cheek. The hat's shadow overcastted his eyes which obscured half of his face. His hands rested upon a black cane. The man smiled to them and spoke in an electronic robotic voice, "I see that that game is starting and there are so many contestants to play with." "Fuck you and your game! Let us out!" Dawn demanded. The man chuckled and said, "A futile effort to be strong. My, you have much to learn." "Why don't you come out and face me like a man instead of hiding in a room like a little boy?" she yelled. He smirked and said, "I am a child at heart and just want to play with you. You may call me The Riddler." "Okay, Riddler. What are your demands?" she asked firmly. "They are easy and as follows…Survive my challenges and you win the right to live. If you lose, you die." he explained. Suddenly, the monitor had been switched off and leaving the screen blank.

The group became frightened and unleashed hysterical panic. A majority of the girls began to cry and desperately prayed to God as the boys began to be silent. Dawn released a heavy sigh while staring that the monitor and closed her eyes in hopes to clear her mind of any distractions. Five minutes have passed as the wailing increased in volume. Dawn inhaled deeply, turned to face the group, and bellowed, "All of you shut the fuck up!" The girls immediately ceased their sobbing and loud laments, looking to her in appalled shock. "Being emo is not going to get us any where. We have no choice but to play his games since he is the only one who can release us. Let us just keep our heads together if we are ever going to get through this!" she commanded sternly. A Star Trek fan boy who was overweight, featuring brown hair, green eyes with glasses, and wearing a black shirt that says 'Beam me up!' and a pair of jeans approached her. "Who are you to tell us what to do!" he shouted. "Actually…she…she does have a point." Eliot stammered. The other boys murmured, "She is right…Let's listen to her…We need to win…" The boy said, "Okay, little miss bad ass. What's your plan?" "Just listen to me and you'll do just fine, also…Don't piss me off, got it?" she said impatiently.

The Riddler spoke from the speakers, "Here is the first challenge: What can fly with no wings yet goes forward, back, and freeze in any place it wants? Please give the correct answer." "Is it a flying saucer?" a girl with stringy brown hair asked. A loud gunshot had been released from one of the walls of the room, having the released bullet hit her between the eyes, and blowing her head apart in a bloody explosion. Her blood, brains, and eye balls were strewn about the area as the teens screamed in horror upon witnessing the death. "Is it time?" Dawn asked, squeezing her eyes tightly, expecting a bullet to hit her. A moment had passed and the wall from across them had slid open to reveal another dark room. "You are correct. Please proceed to the next room for the second challenge." Riddler's voice said.