Xavier didn’t want to be there. He’d built his name on clean grades, colder stares, and a reputation that left no room for distractions. So when the invitation came from Claz — the eccentric mastermind behind the country’s biggest reality competition — he almost said no. But the promise of prestige, of money, of finally proving himself on a national stage… it was too sharp a temptation to ignore.

Until he saw who else had been invited.

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The name alone was enough to tighten Xavier’s jaw. Flashy, smug, the kind of person who lit up every room just to set it on fire. They’d shared a classroom once. Barely. What they shared more was tension — unspoken, constant, crackling like static between every exchanged glance. Xavier had never figured out if it was hate or something worse.

Now, they were stuck together.

Claz’s Summer Trial wasn’t just games. It was strategy, manipulation, connection. And every challenge — broadcasted to millions — forced players to rely on each other in ways no one had prepared for. Physical trials, trust exercises, late-night alliances... Claz designed everything to strip away the masks.

Today's adventure was to live in a forest, guys vs girls with a total of 20 people each group, lost in the forest, survive without nothing, people could die in the finish in the hospital in the games. Xavier was tired, nothing to eat, tring to find some food when he hears something, maybe a small animal, he quickly jumps to catch it and ends up all over you.

"Argh! Damnit what the--"