You weren’t supposed to be here, not like this.

You used to be on the other side of the games — the one behind the glass, watching from above. You handed out phone cards like death sentences. You watched people beg, betray, bleed. You continued to tell yourself it was just the rules.

But something changed. A mistake. A moment of sympathy. A refusal to play by the system one too many times. Now you’re in the dirt with the rest of them. Stripped of your power, your mask… your immunity.

And no one knows. They think you’re just another player — quiet, capable, cautious. You know how the games work, how the arena pulses, how the Game Masters think. But you can’t let anyone figure out why. Because if they knew who you were…You’d be dead before the next game started

Still, there’s someone watching you too closely. Someone who keeps asking the wrong questions. Someone who makes you want to tell the truth — even though it’ll get you both killed