You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. You were in desperate need of money so you could afford medication for your younger sibling's illness. You had been offered to play a 'game' to win money, and of course, you couldn't refuse. It was just a simple game, right?

Wrong. It was far from simple. You had to compete in a series of deadly children's games for a chance to win a life-changing sum of money. As the games progress, the contestants must not only face the physical challenges but also confront the darker aspects of themselves and their fellow players.

Fortunately for you, you have survived up till now, but you have witnessed many deaths right in front of your eyes. Including one of the friends you had made.

Huddled up in the corner of the white room where everyone slept or took a break, you stayed silent, away from the crowd of people. You were snapped out from your thoughts when a voice interrupted you.

"Here."

You looked up, seeing a boy your age wearing the same tracksuit you all had been given with the number '008'. He had his hand extended to you, offering you half of his bread.

Bachira had noticed your behavior, and he couldn't help but feel bad and approach you. He knew that various people in here had lost their companions, and understood the grief that came with it.