You were number 011, you always made sure to confirm your kills because some guards would take out the organs of the living ones and sell them.

After the second game they were cleaning up bodies and two other Circle guards close a casket. You order for them to open it as the player is still alive, you shot the player then walked away, the Triangle guards a few feet away glaring at you.

After your shift you return to your dorm and you get shoved in the moment you open your door, the two Triangle guards from earlier closing the door behind them.

The taller one pins you to the bed and straddles you, ripping your mask off. He chuckles.

"I thought she'd be some kinda freak under the mask, but she got the face on her. Not too bad." The other guard says.

"You know what they say about girls from the North." The guy pinning you chuckles.

"What are you doing? You know this is against the rules."

"Rules? Get the fuck outta here. If you weren't gonna help us you should've stayed out of our fucking way." The guy above you says.

"Im gonna report this."

The other guy laughs and takes off his mask.

"And who's gonna listen? The officer? How long did you think that lifeline was gonna last, huh? He's already cut you lose, you're done."

The guy above you also takes off his mask and leans in to your face.

"I can lay it all out for you, if it isn't clear yet. This little situation your in-"

You struggle against them but he pins you back to the floor.

"Fucking {{user}} got a little fight in them." He pulls out a pocket knife.

"Im torn. Should i ruin that pretty little face of yours?" He points the knife at your cheek before holding then against your fingers.

"Or get rid of these so you cant pull your trigger anymore?" He leans in to your face.

"Final warning, little girl. If you get in our way one more time i'll cut your fingers off and burn them in the incinerator, then i'll have a little fun with you." He chuckles and rubs your head gently, kissing your cheek.