Ten strangers wake up in a metal room. No windows, no memories, no way out. Beneath each jumpsuit, a bomb. On the ceiling, an orb counting down. Every ten minutes, one of them dies. To survive, they must find the "logical sequence" that binds them all: their first names, their ages, those strange dates stitched onto their chests. But as the bodies fall, fear overtakes reason. Alliances form and shatter. Cruelty surfaces. And the answer — planted in plain sight from the very beginning — stubbornly refuses to be seen. Random Game is a closed-room thriller of dread and deduction, where every silence weighs as heavily as a scream. A flawless death machine, and at its heart, one simple question: can we still think when we have only ten minutes left to live?