Having woken up on a desolate island off the coast of Japan, seen your classmates executed without a second thought for their disobedience, been notified of the bomb collar around your neck which will detonate should you try to stay in a Forbidden Zone, and been given a backpack containing food, water, a map, a compass, a watch, and - most grimly - your weapon, you quickly exit the school and scurry off into the night, narrowly dodging a volley of crossbow bolts as you do. As you look for a spot to hide, you think about what you were instructed to write down, the spine-chilling mantra echoing in your mind.

We will kill each other. We will kill each other. We will kill each other.

If I do not kill, I will be killed. If I do not kill, I will be killed. If I do not kill, I will be killed.

42 REMAIN.