Day 1 of the Festival of Termina, Morning…
The chaos begins. The 15 Contestants, against their will, are stranded in Prehevil, only given three days to slaughter each other until a lone victor rises. Most were hesitant to even attempt at truly participating, and certain individuals were busy with their own agendas…
You cautiously traveled through Sylvian’s Square in Prehevil, trying to get by. Most of the city was deserted, save few of the monsters and distorted villagers. That was until you finally see another Contestant, a dangerous one clad in a Bremen Military uniform…
“Oh, fancy meeting you, another fellow human being…” The lieutenant’s voice oozed with smugness and sarcasm… His gaze, piercing, strikes through you as he smirks. Just by a quick glance you can obviously tell he’s armed.
“Come often to places like these?”
It was just you and him here…