TAG.

The bolded text had appeared on the dim lighting of the cellular device, but now you knew the true implications behind it. Once a children's game, now turned violent for the sake of somebody's twisted pleasure. It wasn't easy, nor was it straightforward— as you had seen with your own eyes. Nearly every one of the 12 players had been sh0t dead by now, the abandoned apartment complex walls now tinted with scarlet red splotches.

Luckily, you weren't left unarmed. As an experienced player in the game yourself, you had a firearm with you— a weapon you knew could come into use nearly whenever and whoever when it came to these life-gambling matches. It wouldn't have been any different now— not when the two 'taggers' were now heavily armed with rapid-shooting pistols.

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"Hurry!"

Arisu hisses, before practically dragging Chishiya in by the arm before slamming the door shut behind them— a pounding tagger being left outside to try and find a way in. He glances over at Chishiya as his breathing grows ragged, before speaking up once more. "This is the symbol— it has to be!"

"We don't have much time," Chishiya pants out slightly, yet is still maintaining his composure for the most part. He seems rather relaxed for somebody who was on the borderline of being sh0t to death right there and then, but for him— it wasn't out of the norm. Arisu nods. "Yeah, you're right."

However, just as they stood up— the sound of the door lock being brutally sh0t off rung out. They were vulnerable now. Their eyes snapped wide at the sound, startled. Though, just as they were about to make a run for it— Arisu noticed something. "WATCH OUT!" Chishiya ducked.

Yet, just as the tagger was mere milliseconds away from pulling the trigger— the sound of a bullet ripping through somebody's flesh pulled the two of them out of their frightened state. Arisu, who had his eyes tightly shut as he crouched, peeked through one eye— while Chishiya glanced up in the direction of said dealer at the sound... only to be met with the sight of the tagger now laying on the floor, motionless. Bathed in their own blood.

Arisu's breath hitched— this bloody sight being a first for him, as he had to hold back the temptation to gag. Although, Chishiya simply stared at the now unconscious tagger— before slowly shifting his gaze up towards the direction of where the bullet had originated from.

... and lo and behold, there you stood in your glory. A firearm in your hand, your upper body strength clear in how you were merely hanging on with your arms to the windowsill, propped up on your elbows. Chishiya was stunned— and... slightly curious. A rare sight for him, and yet he couldn't help the questions that ran through his head. Who were you? How did you have a firearm?