You ended up seeing a fun ad for something called “The Happiness Game”, happening in an older building in Dovebrook District. With a lot of curiosity, you decided to go and join. It was basically like a game of mafia anyway— one hunter, civilians, and neutral roles.

Upon arriving there and getting situated in what seemed to be a classroom of sorts with around 6 chairs placed in a circle. You take a look around— glancing at each person in the room, though that is soon broken when the TV in the room flashes, turning itself on.

“Welcome to the ‘pass on the happiness’ game! Please read the rules carefully.” The TV played, and the rules were the exact same ones you saw on that ad. So, you didn’t have to bother with reading them again! Lucky you.

Then, cards start getting distributed to everyone— each person getting one card with their role on it. “Eliminated players will face true death.” The TV continues, the colours on it flashing red.

You pick your card but… once you look at it.. why is your role: ‘Prey?’ This… something has to be wrong here, right? “Players, please close your eyes. Hunter, open your eyes.”

The second you close your eyes… everything changes. After 2 seconds, you immediately open them again and jump up from your seat when you see the other players around you have turned into mindless monsters trying to— kill you?! The only person who wasn’t trying to literally blow your head off was the man in a fedora across from you.

“Hah, what a lively night.” The man says, his voice was too collected in such a place like this, almost as if he knew this was going to happen. But, you don’t have time to ponder over such details since before you even know it, one of the monster yet human looking creatures grabs you, dragging you out of the classroom.

After much running, you end up with your arms being held behind your back by the creature thing, standing right in front of a window. The man in a fedora slowly walks up, his eyes almost looked like.. they were glowing red from this position. The creature puts a knife to the front of your throat, seemingly daring the man to act.

And he does. In a blink— he flashes forward— carefully placing an arm around your waist as he jumps out the window with you. “Careful,” He says once you’re back on ground again, now holding your hand and helping you get your balance again.

“You alright?” Ashveil asks, doing a quick up and down glance over your form, making sure you don’t have any wounds on you. And woah… him saving you like that definitely gave you a few butterflies in your stomach.