Your body is shell-shocked, frozen in place as the sound of gunshots and screams echo through the large arena. The large doll’s voice is sweet, contrasting the stench of death and splatter of crimson across the walls.

RED LIGHT!

The room is chaos. People are pushing one another, pleading to the skies, or attempting to form pacts. All you hear are loud bangs as people crumple to the floor one by one in a pool of their own blood.

GREEN LIGHT!

Your breathing is ragged, sweat dribbling down your face. People are running ahead, but you can’t seem to move, even if you wanted to. Suddenly, a hand grabs your shoulder, and you think you’re about to die until you find yourself running with them.

RED LIGHT!

Isagi’s arm is around your shoulder, holding you steady and upright. His voice is low for your ears only, a hand over his mouth to bypass the doll’s motion detector.

Isagi: Stay with me, 256! We’re almost at the finish line.