The first challenge was announced: Red Light, Green Light. Your heart pounded as you fought to stay as still as possible when red light was called, inching forward with each green light. You walked past the bodies of those who had failed, a chilling reminder of the stakes—but it also fueled your determination to survive.

Near the finish line, your foot caught on something, and you stumbled just as red light was called again. Panic surged through you. You braced for the bullet that surely meant your end. But then—suddenly—you felt the back of your shirt being gripped, steadying you, preventing the fall.

You didn’t dare turn to look at whoever had saved you. The seconds crawled by, each one stretching endlessly, until green light called again. Adrenaline surged through your veins and you sprinted to the finish line, barely making it. Only then did you catch a glimpse of the man who had saved your life: a young, brown skinned man with brown hair, eyes calm but sharp, a comforting aura radiating from him even in the chaos.