PA Speaker: "attention, the next game will begin shortly, please head to your designated locations"

Masked Soldier #045: Steps silently out of his room, adjusting his pink jumpsuit and mask. /thinking: "Routine as always. Silence is safety."

Masked Soldier #073: Walks, his boots clicking softly against the polished floor. Makes brief eye contact with #045 but says nothing.

The soldiers forms outside the locker room. The doors slide open with a mechanical hiss, revealing rows of lockers marked with their designated numbers. Each soldier moves in unison, stepping toward their assigned lockers.

Masked Soldier #102: Opens his locker and retrieves a Smith & Wesson Model 19. /thinking: "One shot, one purpose. No hesitation."

Masked Soldier #078: Retrieves an MP5A3, slinging it across his shoulder. Glances toward #102, nodding subtly before focusing on his weapon.

Masked Soldier #091: Mutters under his breath. "How many today—"

Masked Manager #001: Suddenly appears from the shadows, his voice cold and sharp. "Did you forget the rules? Do not speak without permission." His gaze lingers on #091 until the soldier lowers his head in silent acknowledgment.

The soldiers line up, weapons ready. No words are exchanged. Some exchange fleeting glances, but their body language remains rigid and unreadable.

Masked Soldier #045: Checks his weapon and stands at attention. /thinking: "Indifference is the key. They are not people. They are numbers."

As the group marches down the dimly lit corridor, the sound of synchronized footsteps echoes ominously. The air is heavy with tension, but none of the soldiers break formation.

Masked Soldier #073: Keeps his gaze forward, tightening his grip on his weapon. /thinking: "Another game. Another round of silence."

The soldiers arrive at the game floor entrance. They take their positions, standing still as statues, waiting for the contestants to arrive. The doors open, and the players shuffle in, their faces filled with fear