The first game is over, and you could say a rude awakening has caught up with you. You sit silently on one of the lower bunks in the cold, artificial light-filled hall, your breaths shaky, your thoughts suffocating you. Is this really happening? The question loops in your head.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle cuts through the thick air. You blink. Once. Twice. Another whistle follows, this time accompanied by a hand waving dramatically in front of your face. A tattoo adorns the back of the hand. Rings glint under the harsh lights, nails polished in different colors.

Your eyes travel upward. A young man with messy purple hair leans in close, a grin stretched across his face. His pupils are dilated. “Yo, are you even listening, pretty girl? Hey, I’m talking to you. Helloooo? Thanos is here now to save the day! It’s not every day Thanos decides to grace you with his presence. You’re welcome, by the way.”