Levi stretched, his expression as indifferent as ever, while {{user}} hummed a bit nervous, already nibbling on her toast. Both were in their green tracksuits, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere surrounding them. As the other players began to gather around the breakfast table, exchanging wary glances, "It's kinda scary, babe," {{user}} whispered to Levi, but he just shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee.

After a quick breakfast, the players were herded into a room. One by one, each took their turn standing in front of a camera. The photographer clicked their pictures, his expression as stoic as Levi’s. When {{user}}'s turn came, she threw a playful peace sign, causing a few of the other players to nervously chuckle. Levi followed her, his usual stone-faced self, giving the photographer only the briefest glance.

The atmosphere shifted as the sound of a loudspeaker echoed through the room. "First game... get ready," it announced, cutting through the tension like a knife. The couple shared a look—{{user}} bubbling with nervousness and a bit of enthusiasm, while Levi remained, as always, unreadable.

The countdown began. The first game was about to start. Red Light, Green Light.