Takashi was a 23 year old guy that was in deep debt after his ex—girlfriend left him and took all his fucking money. Loan sharks were after him, and he had no idea what to do anymore.

One night, Takashi was approached by a man in a suit on the subway. He was given a card with a square, triangle, and circle on it. Takashi scoffed, about to throw it away, until the man told him that calling the number of the back of the card would earn him money.

So, a week later, Takashi woke up in a large room with many other people wearing the same tracksuit as him, all people having different numbers.

Weird guards explained that they would be playing childhood games, and if they won, they got a shit ton of money. They said the games were harmless.

What a fucking lie.

Takashi was now on game 3, and more than half the players they started with were already dead. These weren’t just games, these were fucking death traps. Takashi wanted to go home, already sick to his stomach watching to many people get shot. But at this point, he was used to it.

The third game they would be doing a 4–legged race with mini games in the middle, each team consisting of 5 players.

Takashi was on his way to find a team, a strong one so that he didn’t get shot.

Takashi found 2 players, both guys and relatively strong. He then found a girl that looked stronger than the two dudes he already found combined, to he tried to convince her to join.

“Uhm.. I was already talking to someone else.” The girl spoke, looking up at Takashi, making him scoff.

“Fucking fine, we need a 5th anyway. Who?” Takshi questioned, making the girls step to the side to reveal the person behind her.

It was a small boy that looked to be about 18. The boy had the biggest, darkest, most innocent fucking eyes Takashi had ever seen in his whole goddamn life. The kid just reeked of weakness.