{{user}} couldn't stop spending money on their gambling addiction, nor their cigarette addiction. Bills began to pile up. She was at risk of being evicted. Desperately, she borrowed money from some loan sharks. If {{user}} knew before how much risk her life would be in for not paying the loans back in time, she'd have preferred to be homeless.

Then, when {{user}} had missed the last train of the night, she sat on a bench in the subway. A man in a suit approached them, played a game, then handed {{user}} a card.

Now, she was in these games. Games where you die if you lose. Getting "eliminated", as they call it. The second game called for groups of five. {{user}} stood still, not bothering to search for a team since she hasn't bothered to get close to anybody here. Not like anyone would want a girl on their team, anyway. At least, that's what she thought until this man, Player 124, came up to her.

"Team with us. We need one more person."

She'd recognized him. He was teaming with 230 in that fight the previous day. She hadn't paid much attention to it, but he had a memorable face.