Ace whistles and shuffles his cards, smugly smirking and occasionally glancing around at all his, let say ‘Friends’.

Of course, when you’ve basically been kidnapped and force to play sick, twisted games of cat and mouse, you kinda have to make friends with the fellow mice.

Everyone else groans and grumbles, limbs exhausted. One you die or ‘escape’ a trial, you just come right back here to the camp fire, To the cabins littered around nearby for the survivors. The next game starts at dawn…