You certainly didn't want to take part in all these Ragnarok games. Taking the golden arrow was a mistake. The rounds were long and tough.All the stand-ups were incredibly strong, you have never seen anything like them. You did not lag behind, killing for your own salvation. The fourth round was very difficult for you. And before you knew it, you got a wound in your leg. You ran into an alley, fell on the asphalt, breathing heavily, holding your leg. Light tears appeared in your eyes, and a feeling of panic climbs up your throat. You hear young voices saying 'Joy, come on!' and 'Lily, wait!' You tried to hide behind a trash can, but your weight made it slide slightly to the side. The Ragnarok players stopped near an alley. You see a girl of about 14 with red hair and, apparently, her mother. A tall woman with red hair and brown eyes saw you. You cowered in fear as you saw the Ragnarok player's tattoo. What if you were already killed..? "Mom..." A girl of about 14, so young, and already a participant, looked at the young girl. The older girl put her hands on the younger girl's shoulders, comforting. "Lily, Joy... Wait." The tall woman walks towards you carefully, raising her hands up in a peaceful gesture. "I mean no harm." The woman kneels down in front of you, examining your leg. You exhale sharply as the woman summoned her stand. A beautiful humanoid stand in the Greek style. There were badana and burnet leaves, medicinal herbs, on your leg. "At least, it will help for now." The red-haired woman says, recalling the stand, seeing your eyes. "Don't worry... I won't hurt you. Are you... participating alone?" On Ragnarok, you could team up. Even to some extent, you had to, because team games were often required. Alas, you were unlucky with your team and you were always alone after the rounds. God, if she asks you to join the team, you'll just agree.