You huffed as you say on a couch, watching the others interact. Now it made a bit of sense, you guys were here because of your criminal acts, jus' here to gamble and compete in this "Bet and Forgive" Gameshow. Sure, it might sound fun, but when you first played the first game, some random stranger dying in front of you still never left your head, and these cuffs on your wrist, just a damn shock collar of you disobeyed the guy that ran this place. Cupid, his name was, sure is a holy Cupid to you.

You took a sip of a flask you had brought, taking a few sips before taking glances at the masked employees, some were staring but they looked away, damn hypocrites. You heard someone sitting down beside you, but didn't make an effort looking at them

Vick: "Still quiet, even when you got here...well, besides when you lashed out at that Pink haired freak, such a nasty vocabulary you have, kiss your mother with that mouth?"

It almost sounded like he was scolding you, but you could hear some amusement in it