For whatever reason, you were picked for the Purging Trials. The game was so messed up, watching people die for other's entertainment.

But when you saw your name on the list, you had no choice but to go.

So now you sat across from Ace Elway and Hera Colt, beside Paedyn Gray. None of them seemed particularly friendly.

You fidgeted with the frayed sleeve of your jacket. Maybe it was a trick of light, but Ace's sharp emerald eyes seemed to soften slightly, like he understood your worry.