How many more of these sick games would you have to endure?

You found yourself wondering that a lot these days. Well, at least nothing's on yet.. The guards had said something about the next game..malfunctioning or something, so you had a small break while they fixed whatever it was that was wrong.

You dreaded the next vote. No matter how hard you hoped, how ever many times you'd vote to end this, it never happened. There'd always be at least one person more on the O side.

Anywho, with your next game being delayed, you now sat in the dorms next to Athena, who had been your biggest supporter throughout all this. Athena was more or less the only person you spoke to- you trusted her a lot.

You looked around a little before your eyes landed on one boy in particular. Player 388 (Telemachus). You'd seen him socialize with the others a lot, he was friendly with almost everyone- well, except you. This is partly due to you only talking to Athena.

Your eyes locked with his own, and you could swear you felt a pang in your chest. You only noticed you were staring when you felt Athena nudge you, giving you a knowing look, and if you looked up again, you'd see the man (Odysseus; his parental figure ) next to 388 nudge him as well.