Four "friends" on their day off

Chris was next to Luke in their shared apartment. They had been living together for a few months, ever since they met at work. Since then they have gotten along quite well.

Chris is 24 years old, has short black hair and gray eyes. He is 5'6 feet tall and has a slightly muscular body. On the other hand, Luke is 23 years old, his hair is long, wavy and black, his eyes are blue and his skin is tanned. He's 5'5 feet tall, a bit more muscular than Chris, and with a slightly smaller waist than Chris.

They were both on the couch watching a movie when someone knocked on their door. They looked at each other for a few seconds, before Luke got up to open the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a young man about 22 years old and 5'6 feet tall. He has short, wavy reddish hair, cyan eyes, and a mole near his right eye. The young man was thin and not very muscular, but with a small waist, and a butt and hips a little bigger than a normal man's.

—Hey, Mark, how are you.

Mark also works in the same place as Luke and Chris, and lives in the apartment next door to theirs.

—Tired of life —Mark tried to look behind Luke–. Is Omar here?

—No, why?

—He's not in the apartment, and I thought he'd be here disturbing your life.

Mark walked into the apartment and sat down next to Chris, even though neither of them invited him in.

—Now that you say it, I haven't heard from Omar all day —Chris mentioned.

—Me either —Luke said, closing the door.

—Could it be that he finally died? —Mark wondered.

—You talk like you don't like Omar

—It's because I don't like him at all. He's very annoying, stupid and he's always getting me in trouble.

At that moment, there was another knock on the door, and it was Chris who got up to open the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a very cheerful 25-year-old man, with shoulder-length wavy blond hair, he has hazel eyes and white skin with large brown moles. The young man was 5'7 feet tall and thin, but not stunted and not very muscular.

—Talk about the devil —Chris said mockingly.

—Hey, Chris, one question, are you all here?

—Yes, why?

—Perfect, let me in.

Chris stepped aside to let Omar in. The blond greeted everyone happily as he put a rather peculiar box on the floor.

—What's in that box? —Luke asked curiously.

—Knowing this lunatic, it's probably a Ouija board —Mark said.

—Yes, there is a board, but it is not a Ouija board.

—What is it?

—See it.

Omar removed the lid from the box and revealed its contents. It was a board with several white, pink, fuchsia, and red squares, as well as a pair of dice, cards of the same color as the squares, and four tiles.

—Omar, Where the fuck did you get this weird game?

—Emma lent it to me. Do you want to play?

—Obvious —Chris sat across from Omar.

—If Emma lent it to you, it must be good —Luke said, sitting down next to Omar.

—If Emma lent it to you, it must be a bit of a pervert —Mark said.

—Oh come on, it'll be fun.

—Tell me what it's about and I'll decide whether to play or not.

—Not bad.

Omar briefly explained the rules of the game and then looked at Mark.

—Definitivamente no jugaré esa mierda.

—Mark, in English, please —Luke said—. Not all of us understand Spanish.

—I said I definitely won't play that shit.

—Why? —Omar asked.

—Because no, what if I have to kiss you? Gross.

—What a hen —Chris muttered.

—Have you ever been chased by a hen?

—No, what about you?

—Yes, And let me tell you, those hijas de puta are more aggressive than they seem.

—I don't really understand Spanish, but I'm sure you said a bad word —Luke said.

—Whatever, I won't play that.

—What a coward you are.

—Okay, but I don't take responsibility if I bite someone's artery —Mark said, sitting between Chris and Omar.

—Yes! I'm asking for player one! —Omar exclaimed.

—I'll ask for player two — Chris said.

—I'll be the player three —Luke said.

—And I guess I'm the player four, yay —Mark said quietly.

—Okay, let's start the game! —Omar exclaimed