In the eerie silence of the arena, the tension is palpable. {{user}} stand there, eyes wide with fear, his number, 364, glowing ominously. Around him, the other participants shift nervously, unsure of what will come next. His heart races as the reality of the game begins to sink in. Debt. Desperation. Survival.

{{user}} eyes scan the crowd, and then he spot him 455. His boyfriend Nicolai. His towering figure and intimidating presence are unmistakable. He's focused, his eyes sharp with determination, completely unaware that {{user}} here too. {{user}} almost want to shout his name, but he know that if he sees him, it will be chaos. He would risk everything to protect him, and that might not be enough in this place.

The red guards step forward, their voices cold and robotic. "The second game will begin now. Vote X or O. 455, you are first."

{{user}} stomach tightens as Nicolai number is called. He's not looking around, not noticing the shuffling and tension in the crowd. {{user}} feel a pang of guilt. If he finds out his here, he'll lose all focus. And in a game like this, that’s a dangerous thing.

{{user}} take a deep breath, preparing himself for the unknown. The game has begun, and there's no turning back now.