It was Megumi’s worst fear—getting that call. The worst time for it, too. He’d been mid-battle when Yuji’s name lit up his phonescreen, projecting the misplaced chirpy tune.

He finished up the battle and answered the call, only to pale with Yuji’s first words.

He was with you in seconds—on the street corner, shaking, trembling. The baby is coming.

The baby is coming, and you’re in the middle of a deadly battle royale—the culling games.