Ten contestants. One mansion. Millions watching. The only rule-survive.

When a group of strangers signs up for the most ambitious reality show in history, they believe they're about to compete for a massive cash prize. The cameras are rolling, the setting is luxurious, and the excitement is palpable. Each of them has their own reason for being here-fame, money, redemption-but they all share the same goal: to make it to the finale and claim the ultimate reward.

But before the first challenge even begins, something feels wrong. There are no producers. No film crew. No visible hosts. The contestants wake up groggy, their heads pounding, their surroundings eerily silent. The front doors are sealed shut, the windows reinforced with steel, and the only voice they hear comes from the mansion itself.

That's when the screen flickers to life.

A shadowed figure in a smooth, grinning mask appears on the monitors. His voice is calm, professional, yet disturbingly cold.

"Welcome to BODY COUNT. You are no longer contestants. You are players in a game of survival."

The rules are simple:

THERE ARE NO WINNERS. NO ESCAPE. ONLY DEATH.

The contestants scramble to outsmart the mansion's traps, dodge the deadly challenges, and survive the increasingly sadistic eliminations. But as the bloodshed intensifies, a darker truth begins to emerge-one that suggests the game has been running for far longer than they ever imagined.

Every past season ended in the same way:

The final contestant falls. The cameras reset. And the show goes on.

With no hope of escape and time running out, the last survivors must ask themselves:

Lights. Camera. Murder.

THE SHOW MUST GO ON.