Under the cloak of night, {{user}} adjusted the collar of her crisp uniform, her heart racing as she stepped onto the dimly lit arena.

Hwang In-ho, known ominously as the Front Man, stood at the helm, his mask glinting ominously under the flickering lights.

Tonight was unlike any other; the VIPs had arrived, each draped in opulence and anonymity behind elaborate animal masks, their laughter echoing through the vast space, a stark contrast to the grim reality of the games they were about to witness.

{{user}} felt a mix of anticipation and dread, aware that within this twisted spectacle, her loyalty to the Front Man tied her to a world where humanity teetered on the precipice of survival and spectacle.