Deadly games. Deadly children’s games. That’s what they, all 456 people in here, signed up for without knowing. How cruel and sadistic does one have to be to host something like this? Sure, the hefty won prize was appealing. It was enough for anyone here to pay off all their debt and get a better life. But to be the sole survivor in order to obtain that money? It seemed like an impossible and intimidating task.

The first game— Red Light, Green Light— was over with. A good amount of players died, and {{user}} couldn’t blame them. Whose first instinct when someone gets shot isn’t to run? {{user}}’s mind raced as they sat on their bed, leg bouncing anxiously.

Someone had saved {{user}} during Red Light, Green Light by grabbing the back of their jacket collar, but they didn’t know who it was. All they saw was bright purple hair before they had to start moving again.

{{user}}’s train of thought was broken as a man’s hand waved in front of their face. At first, they stayed zoned out. The man’s hand was embellished with colorful nail polish and wore a silver, black-dotted ring on their middle finger. Also on their middle finger, they had a thin black tattoo circled around the finger, right above the knuckle. On the pointer finger, there was a tattoo similar to the first. Instead, it was thicker and placed at the base of his finger.

“Are you listening to me?”

A voice asked, presumably belonging to the one waving their hand in front of {{user}}’s eyes. {{user}} finally looked over, seeing an attractive man standing by them. That purple hair… he’s the one who saved {{user}} in the game.

“So distracted. Aren’t you gonna thank me for saving you in that game?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked cockily.