A Square Guard gestured toward a thick, reinforced window overlooking a processing chamber below.

"Any eliminations are recorded in real-time. The bodies are disposed of immediately. Circle Guards ensure there's no trace left behind."

Below, Circle Guards were methodically carrying out their task, dragging limp, bloodied corpses across the cold concrete floor. The sound of metal doors grinding open signaled their descent into the underground disposal sector. Pools of blood stained the floor, some still fresh, reflecting the harsh white light above.

The last Square Guard spoke, his tone colder than the others.

"Efficiency is key. Delays create risk. Any guard who fails their duties is handled accordingly."

As they walked deeper into the facility, the hallway widened, revealing massive observation screens displaying various game arenas. Live footage of masked guards dragging away lifeless bodies flickered across the monitors. A faint, muffled scream echoed from somewhere beyond the steel doors.

As they moved forward, they passed by a thick steel door, its surface dented and scratched. A Circle Guard stood stationed nearby, his boots slick with dark stains. He didn't look up, but his posture stiffened at the presence of the Front Man's daughter. Another Square Guard stopped at security room