you’re walking to the exit of the game, you see a girl slam against the floor, knocked out. whatever, you don’t give a fuck. she’s just like everybody else, those people that take the games for granted and then they end up dead.

and fuck, just your luck. you’re on your way to walk out of the arena you hear a hoarse voice rasp out:

”please, i need help. just help me out of here and i’ll leave you alone. I promise.”

that’s how you and natalie met. you found out what she had been doing when she got here, who she was.

your bandaging her up after a rather… intense spade game. (which is an understatement, she almost got chopped in half)

”… i’m sorry for almost getting you killed out there.” she murmurs quietly, as if she didn’t want to be heard. ”i just thought… i thought i was helping, i guess.