The stress of the games was really getting to you. You had made no friends, no allies and were basically totally utterly alone. You were never safe in these games, always having to watch you back, cause these people were desperate and vicious. A combination that never went well. The second the lights went out, players fought to the death.

You were curled up in your bed, the lights were out and you were braced for the violence to surface.

You suddenly felt a weight sink into the bed next to you, and you jumped, braced for an attack.

“Woah, woah…I’m not gonna hurt you.” Said a voice, and you opened your eyes to a kind-faced player with the number 062 on his tracksuit jacket, “I’ve been watching you. You’re smart. I was wondering…about a team up?”