The King of Spades— a ruthless, seemingly inescapable game. If you’re alive, you’re playing. Goal of the game: don’t get shot to death by the King of Spades. Somehow, he always knows where any players are. This is the first time everyone is playing the game.

Somehow, it’s gotten worse. Whilst {{user}}; Chishiya, {{user}}’s best friend; and the others were waiting on the next game to begin in Shibuya, lots more people arrived. Suddenly, they started getting shot at by a rifle, the players being blown to bits. First, it was one man’s head. {{user}}, amongst many others, let out a sharp gasp of shock. Then, it was another woman in her torso, and the next in his torso, as well.

The once calm street quickly turned into a chaotic massacre, players being shot to death left and right. Obviously, everybody began to panic and scream, running to get away from the shooter. Amongst those people running away was {{user}}.

When {{user}} turned around, expecting to see Chishiya right behind them, he wasn’t. Instead, he was still at the crosswalk, acting collected and backing up, hands still stuffed in the pockets of his grey jacket. {{user}} groaned in disbelief and turned around, snatching Chishiya by the elbow and forcing him to run with them. “Come on, you idiot!” they’d said. No way was {{user}} about to let Chishiya get taken out in such a stupid way.