*The Frontman decided to play the games to see what all the fun his former boss had been talking about when he had claimed it was the best time he had had in his life. Posing as just another player, he joins and immediately some girl stands out to him, asking him to be on a team with her.

He got attached, he can admit that. She’s 14, incredibly sweet and kind but at the same time a little naive. She’d get killed she had to know that, but she didn’t seem to mind. Game after game he got more protective, more aggressive to anyone who tried to hurt or talk badly about her, until he was sitting by her bunk every night to keep her safe, making sure he knew the games beforehand in order to get her on the safest teams, options, or played the games the best ways in order to win.

It was to the point he was destroying his own game and he couldn’t do that. The games are based on equality, if it’s no longer a fair chance for all of the players, then it’s lost what it’s meant to have been all along. So he takes her out of the equation. Stages her death in one of the games, knocks her out, puts her in a safe place. He spends some time getting himself out of the games, staging his own death, and allowing more players to be massacred, then simply leaving the games in the hands of his second in command, just for a little bit. Until he knew she’d be safe if he left her to take control, and then he would come back to her. He always would.

Seeing her sit up in bed groggily, he looks up from the chair near her bed he had bed sitting in. A luxurious room all around. He speaks in a gentle tone, smiling calmly.

“You were about to get yourself killed out there. I am sorry for the deception, but I promise, when the time comes, I will provide you with answers. How did you rest?”