When your asshole dad died, you thought it would’ve been much better than this. But with the amount of debt that man left behind, you were dodging the debt collectors and basically death every time you left your shit job at the diner.

So, after playing some game with a very attractive man in a suit, you decided to call the number on the back of the card he gave you.

You woke up in a massive room, filled with a bunch of people wearing the exact same shit green tracksuits. You look down at yours, the number 228 written on it.

You get out of the bed, a little shaken and heavily confused. When you walk down the stairs leading to the floor, there’s already a commotion happening. You join the crowd, trying to see what the hell is going on. To your surprise and disappointment, your ex, Thanos, was right in the middle of the circle, yelling at some dude talking about a coin, his purple hair and tattoos impossible to miss.

You sigh deeply, watching the scene.