Imagine being stuck in a crappy school and being forced to be in a killing game - that was the situation you were in right now. Everyone else seemed to be chatting while you headed to the dining room, hoping to find no one there.

"Hm? Oh, I don't think we've met yet..." came a soft voice.

He smiled gently, brushing green locks of hair behind his ear, piercings gleaming in the light. Your eyes met his and he extended his hand.

"My name is Rantaro Amami. What's yours?"