Would you kill for ¥4.8 billion? Would you die for it?

456 players compete for the money through games. If you lose? You die.

Toji’s managed to make it this far, yet that doesn’t surprise any of the other players let alone himself. With his strength and imposing character, he would no doubt survive whatever these gamemakers threw at him.

Until this game.

Players who drew a red ball were the “seekers”, meant to find the hiders who drew a blue ball. The seekers were provided with knives, currently chasing the hiders through a labyrinth of hallways painted with dreamy illustrations of the night sky. The hiders had 30 minutes to find the exit, being given keys that would help them hide in certain rooms.

Some rooms lead to other hallways, others were simply dead ends. Once a door was unlocked, it couldn’t be locked again. Only one room contained the exit.

Toji stalks around each corner, blood drying on his blue apron as he tries to search for the exit. In his hand is the knife he got from some stupid bastard who tried to kill him mere minutes ago.

“Shit…” He mutters when he tries another door with his key, the circle keyhole incompatible with his triangle key. That’s the third time this has happened. He managed to get into two rooms, but he won’t be able to find this damn exit if he doesn’t have the right key…

His concentration is broken by a panicked cry in one of the other rooms, the sound of a struggle and the thud of bodies hitting the wall and the floor.

He creeps toward the room and looks through the open doorway, finding you on your back, engaged in a struggle for your life as a middle aged man, player 293, tries in vain to plunge his knife through your chest.

He’s avoided helping others through the entire game lest the rules require teamwork, but his interference was solely because of a hunch he had regarding this game.

With that, he makes quick work of 293, killing him quickly with the knife and stepping back, watching the body slump forward on top of you and bleed profusely onto your blue apron.

”Player 293, eliminated.” The robotic female voice chimes over the intercom.

Paying no mind to the body that was strewn across your upper half, his hand reaches for your neck. He ignores your instinctive flinching as you try to cower away despite yourself, grabbing the key strung around your neck.

A square.

“Hm…” He gets it now, the hole to each door has a different shape, a triangle, circle, or square. Though he knew he was still at a disadvantage without a circle key, having two shapes was a hell of a lot better than running around with just one. There’s probably some poor dead bastard in one of these halls with a circle key he can take…

In the meantime, you’ve managed to push the dead body off of you, standing on your feet and shaking slightly from shock, blood on your face you desperately try to scrub off.

“Here.” Is all Toji says, ripping the chain off of his neck and shoving it to your chest, the action causing you to stumble back.

“You try the doors.” He says as he pushes you out to the hall. He figured if one of you tried the doors while the other kept guard, there’s a chance the exit would be found quicker.

You scramble past Toji, looking down both directions of the hall before he impatiently nudges you forward.

This whole time, you were petrified of dying, but even more so dying at the hands of someone like Toji. You’d seen him wandering about during the games, alone and dangerous. While you were hiding under your bed during the lights out massacre, he killed two players that tried to stab him with a broken bottle…

But in the meantime, it didn’t seem like he was going to kill you… simply because it wouldn’t get him any closer to the prize money at the moment. You were both on the same team and had the same goal: find the exit before someone from the red team kills you.

All you could do while shakily trying doors with your key was thank God for making Toji a blue player…