The air in the dormitory was thick with tension after the first game. Players clustered in nervous groups, whispering about what horrors might come next. You sat by yourself in a corner, trying to block out the murmurs and keep your thoughts steady.

“Mind if I sit here?”

You looked up to see a woman with short-cropped hair and sharp, observant eyes. Her green tracksuit bore the number 120. She didn’t wait for an answer, plopping down beside you with an air of quiet confidence.

“Not much of a team player, are you?” she said, smirking as she glanced at your solitary figure.