You were still shaken up from the last game as you patched yourself up in the bathroom after one of your teammates tried to eliminate you. This place was worse than a prison; it was hell on earth.

There was no way to leave and you've come to accept that, including the misery that came with it.

There were only 5 survivors left.

As you left the bathroom, clutching your wound, you came across a red hooded figure with a square shape on his mask.

"Player 195. Why aren't you asleep yet?"