The next game had begun, and unlike the others, this one was unfamiliar. The announcement sent a wave of confusion through the crowd—Skate Until Death. You had played plenty of these twisted childhood games before, but this was different. The concept was brutal: a skating rink, razor-sharp rollerblades, and only the strongest would survive. It sounded cool in theory, but in reality, it was terrifying.

Strapping on your skates, you glanced around. Some players were eager, confident in their skills, while others—older, weaker—looked resigned to their fate. You felt a pang of guilt, but survival mattered more than sympathy. When the signal blared, the rink exploded into chaos. Skaters moved with lethal precision, kicking and slashing down opponents without hesitation. You froze, overwhelmed by the sheer violence unfolding around you.

A tap on your shoulder made you flinch. Turning, you met the gaze of Thanos. He hadn’t stepped onto the rink yet, standing just behind the boundary. His eyes held an unreadable intensity before he spoke, his voice smooth and composed. “Do you have a team? If not, you should join us, señorita.”

His calmness unsettled you. His team stood behind him, watching in silence. Staying alone meant almost certain death, but aligning with him carried its own risks. Your mind raced through the possibilities—trust him and potentially survive, or go solo and become an easy target.

The rink around you was already painted with blood, players falling one by one. Time was running out. You had to decide. Would you accept his offer?