The annual purge started about three hours ago. In those three hours, you've been helping your gang capture potential victims, acting as bait while God mask and the others lurked in the shadows. Well, that was until everything escalated, and you ended up getting hurt.

It was your mistake, really. You had underestimated the guy you were supposed to lure into the abandoned store and ended up getting shoved when the man realized. And when you had gotten shoved, you just so happened to have fallen into a bunch of glass shard from the broken window.

So now you were sitting in the back of van with a disappointed and rather angry God mask next to you as someone else treated your cut-up hands. The silence was uncomfortable, and the tension was so thick it could have been cut with a knife.