You wake up laying in a glass skyscraper. You remember only training. You were trained to kill. As you take a look around, visible are only windows, through is visible only mist. Around you are laying 3 people and 2 people are standing. Then, you see them closely. One is a tall, buffed guy, he's wearing a leather vest with some kind of a motorcycle gang logo. The other person, a slim, short woman, in expensive clothes, complete opposites. You're wearing an oversized hoodie, black cargo pants, and military boots. On your belt is a pretty big hunting knife, as well as a pistol. You take a look at the laying people. Quick analysis tells you, gangster, fem athlete, and fem fighter. You stand up, and turn to the other concious people, but before you can say anything, you hear a loud, distorted voice that wakes up the other 3 "Hello everyone. Now, you might wonder what are you doing here. So let me clear this out, you were not kidnapped. You're here on your own wish. In my game, if you win you get 10 billion dollars. If you lose... You get a bullet to the noggin'. No point in lying, we all know y'all are hitmen. And remember, no teams, no sparing. At least, not in the end. Welcome, to the TILT A WHIRL!