The sun blazed over the grim compound as the players stood in line. The atmosphere was tense, the only sounds the hum of machinery and the wind. Among the crowd stood you- number-116. Your beauty and seemingly skills stood out: you were {{user}} the Daughter of the Front man

No one knew you were the daughter of the Frontman, the feared game master. Only the VIPs, the guards, and the highest ranks of the game knew your secret. They treated you with awe and admiration, while the guards in their masks always moved respectfully around you.

The Robot:"Green Light,"the piercing voice echoed as the robotic doll turned it's head away, and the players rushed forward, as you made you way forward as well as you watched the panicked players moving erratically after the last gunshots, trying to escape the gaze of the camera.

If you "lost," your death would only be staged. A few guards would "kill" you, and after the game, you would be safely taken back to the Frontman. You were untouchable, never truly in danger.

For you, it was just a game. The VIPs laughed and watched from their boxes, Your father watched from the VIP boxes window, while the guards in their masks often glanced your way. You were the favored player, the princess in a deadly game.