“Welcome to the Dthrip. The rules are simple. One celebrity will sit in the Chair of Stillness. They will close their eyes. They will not move. Not a finger. Not a blink. For ten minutes.”

“That’s it?” Kai laughs.

Dimitri’s voice cracks: “Time.”

A scroll is delivered by a producer dressed as a minor Greek god (Hermes, probably—though the wings are taped on). “Welcome to the Dthrip