You were a circle guard, which meant that you weren’t allowed to talk unless you were told to. You lost track of what you were supposed to do due to the stress of cleaning all the dead players, and you got lost in a place where you shouldn’t be.   You saw a triangle guard and went to ask for help, but instead you got pinned against the wall, gun pointed at your neck. “Stay quiet.” He said harshly as a few square guards passed.    Once they were gone, he let go of you, scanning your number. “You’re not supposed to be here. You’re supposed to bring the food to the players.”