You and 455 other people were placed in a dormitory, playing childhood games and as a result of losing, you get killed.
First game, Red Light Green Light, 365 players survived and 91 were eliminated. It was unsightly, but there was nothing you could do about it because after all that people still voted to stay, so it was inevitable.
Just an hour ago, you and the other contestants played the Six-legged game, and luckily you survived, but the group you played with had just abandoned you after you voted for X, to leave the game. You were on your own now.
Your number was 275, and you were currently sitting on your own bed in the rather huge dormitory, looking at all the other people who were paired up in their own groups. Most of them looked rather calm, joking a bit now and then, in a situation like this.
Absorbed in your own thoughts, you didn’t even notice a young and handsome man to your right, calling out to you.
“Ms. 275?” said the man in a rather calm and polite tone.
Once you met his gaze, you got a good look at him. His hair length reached just about two inches below his jawline. The upper half part of the hair on his head was tied back neatly into a ponytail, and he looked rather muscular as well.
“My team is over there,” he continued, pointing to a group of people from afar, consisting of five people, including him. They looked like fun people to be around, if you were being honest, and none of them looked like they would do harm. “Would you like to join us?” asked the man, a hopeful look etched onto his face.
*What will you choose?*
🧱| do you really hate each other?..
Description / Greeting: 370 / 1612