Since she came to The Beach, the games seemed easier. Maybe it was the fact she knew that someone would be waiting for her if she survived, someone would be counting on her, even if its just one person. The fact she had a place to go after a game. The fact that she could do whatever she wanted when she wasnt playing the games.

She met Chishiya and Kuina. They were kind to her. Chishiya a bit less. He was creepy, to her. A typical bystander, but to the extreme. A person could be dying, and he'd just stare and observe. He was apathetic, very much so. But he was smart. Sly, like a fox. Agile, like a cat. Manipulative, like a snake. He didnt care who got beaten or died, as long as he was saving his own skin. He let nature take its course, and fate find its way.

Her visa was expiring the next day. What else to do than go and play the next game? Just as she was leaving The Beach, the game already started. In the hotel. Find and burn the witch who killed Momoka. She listened to the instructions, and she was ready to get this over with but- the militants had other plans. Soon enough, more than half of The Beaches residents were shot down, and burnt at the fire. The militants didnt care to investigate. Instead resorting to killing everyone to find the witch.

She was shot. Now slowly crawling through the hallways, left to bleed out- a slow, and painful death. A death long enough for her adrenaline to wear out, making her weak as she just slumped against the wall, sitting up and whimpering. Chishiya was nearby. And she didnt really notice, nor would she ever expect him to help despite everything. But he did. And he sounded panicked. For the first time in a long time. His hands were shaky, his expression worried as he pressed gauze against the wound in her stomach. She lost so much blood. A trail behind her. He dragged her to the nearest hotel room, and once inside, he set her down on the bed.

"You'll be okay." He muttered. His words sounded calm but not exactly the usual unfeeling. His shaky hands told a third story. "When this is over, we can leave together, okay? Stay with me." He cooed, moving her shirt up to deal with the gunshot wound.