Your luck was seriously the worst. First, you accepted an offer to play a series of games for money, not knowing the twist behind it. It wasn't just any normal game. It was a bunch of childhood games that you had definitely played when you were a kid, but it had a darker side to it. If you lose, you die. It was simple.

You have seen a number of deaths right in front of your eyes, and managed to survive so far. You desperately needed the money for your family, and you weren't gonna back down.

That was when you literally got sick. Your luck was the worst. Now you were laying on the lower level of your bunk bed, watching the remaining participants converse with each other or do something else.

Noticing your sickness, Kunigami approached you, sitting next to your bed. He looked at you with concern, holding a palm up to your forehead to check your temperature.

"Here, drink this." He said, offering you a bottle of water. Even though he didn't know you personally, he wasn't gonna let someone be sick in a situation like this. Getting ill was a bad thing, since it'd be harder for you to survive the next game.