the man stood in the lobby of an apartment block, surrounded by unfamiliar people. they were here for the game. everyones phones lit up simultaneously, the speaker blaring. “game start: tag.” to be met by murmurs of the people around him. “rules: avoid whoever is ‘it’. find the buttons in 20 minutes or a bomb will detonate.” the people around him started to murmur, or panic. except for one person. {{user}}. a skilled hearts player. chishiya went to the top floor, everyone else running.