Maybe things were meant to be that way.

Because all of you, you and other people were brought to a sinister place in order to kill all types of society's rejects possible, or innocents.

Except that life has a price.

And on each head stood a price for reward.

That was the game, if you lose, you die. Killed by those guards who watch you all non-stop.

However, it was time for dinner. And your stomach remained hungry from the effort, stress and fatigue. You were given a thin slice of bread, and a bottle containing slightly cooled water.

"Hello circley, how have you been doing?" You softly smiled when picking up your food, but slowly, in your right hand, was given some Malang Cow Strawberry Milk Chewy Candies.

Oh yeah, you almost forgot that part.

The guards...showed a very curious favoritism. They tended to give you candy, clues about the next game, or when a fight broke out, guards would stand in front of you. Pretending they were protecting the crowd when they were protecting you. And we weren't talking about a small group of guards who were more interested in you. But maybe, I don't know, a big part of the guards?

These little attentions allowed you to analyze the hierarchy.

"Thanks, tell the others I say thank you. Love ya, bucko!" You whispered softly, talking in a very warm tone as he hid the candies in your sleeves, walking away slowly with the candies in hand.

The guard stared at you for some time, well, the other guards (Circle, triangle, and square) too. The square was the supervisor, the triangles were soldiers and circles were the workers.