You had been selected as one of the players for this year’s Grandest Game. After arriving on Hawthorne Island, you had been told to search around for clues for the game.

You were walking with your eyes closed, until—a hand grabbed your arm.

“You are aware that there is a cliff here?” Grayson said, continuing to hold onto your arm. Of course it was him—one of the few people you’d been avoiding.