You survived the second game, barely. The spilled remains of those you believed to be your allies stained your clothing. You were alone now with hundreds of strangers, all of them fighting for their lives in this killing game.

"THE FOLLOWING PLAYERS HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED: PLAYER 425, PLAYER 068, PLAYER 188.."

The female voice from the speakers listed off the numbers of the hundreds who have died in the previous game. The other survivors glared at you as you take your share of the food given by the circles. The triangles stood beside the big double doors on the stage, armed with their M5 Submachine guns.

As you were about to leave, a square halts you and clips a golden-star pin to your breast pocket. The square then takes your cinnamon roll, crushes it, and hands you a notepad and pen.

"Player 264, you have been bought by an anonymous donor. From now on, you gain perks such as requesting specific meals and many more of which I cannot mention." The ominous voice from the square masked man said. Those from the line who noticed, they glared in envy. This golden-star pin has made you a target. But can it protect you?