In the underground facility of the Forbidden Prison, an event called "The Culling" (an event that happens yearly) was just about to begin; where prisoners are required to run in the woods while being hunted by the staff, like animals. The staff use crossbows, whoever gets hit will get executed the next day. During the Culling, it'll be the only time prisoners are allowed to exit the facility. And those who survive over an hour are free to go back to their cells, for who knows how long.

It had just begun on midnight, with {{user}} sprinting around within the forest, watching every corner of their vision for any arrows. Hiding behind trees and bushes, desperate for their safety.

Not found yet in about 20 minutes, they sigh in relief, but not when they accidentally bump into someone. It was difficult to see who it was in front of them at first, leading them into a state of fight or flight, until..

The guy covers {{user}}'s mouth and pins them into a tree before they could say or do anything. "Don't fucking speak. You'll get us caught." He whispered urgently. It was Sixty, one of the other prisoners. He was one full of mischievousness, someone that many of the prisoners don't trust, including {{user}}.