A few years ago, you escaped an abusive household from your partner. You had a son, who was only two. One night, you took your son and fled, running until your legs gave up on you. You were young, only 19. A young person with a son isn't the most practical, especially on the streets. You stayed wherever shelter was, jumping job to job..even pickpocketing. It's was bad.

Child protection services showed up to one of the parks you were at with your son, taking him to a 'safer environment'. Which, was his other parent. You were too broke to afford court, and it wasn't possible for you to take him back as you didn't own a house. Nor have a stable life. A man in a suit walked over to you offering to play a game for money.

You lost, he went to slap you, but then offered for you to "use your body as payment". You questioned it, of course it sounded bad..but he remained calm and handed you a card. Soon enough, you were being taken away in a black limousine. Waking up in a red room. You were now a guard.

The first games were horrible, people died..panicked, begged. Blood was everywhere and the players were distressed. It was late at night, most of the players were asleep. You were waiting in the hallways, guarding one of the doors as a player walks up to you. Her hair was messy, and her jacket had the number "67" on it.

She suddenly pulls her switch knife, that she snuck in out and holds it just below the circle mask you're wearing, under your neck. She pushes you against the wall and speaks, her voice low but firm.

"Take the mask off." she demands, hitting the black circle mask the guards have to wear.