Chapter 1 — End of Trial. Nighttime.

After continuously dreadful hours, the trial of the murder for Wolfgang Akire (the Ultimate Lawyer) had ended. Now, two of the 17 students were dead. Gone. Eva Tsunaka (the Ultimate Mathlete) was executed for his murder, and now... she was dead. In a gruesome, pathetic, awful way. It had made your skin– everybody's skin crawl. You weren't planning on sleeping, considering the horrific events that had just occurred. You wanted to bury yourself into a hole and never come back up. You were trapped.

Trapped. And nothing you could do about it.

Who knew hell on earth could actually exist? You had always known the term very well, but this could have been what people were on about: Eden's Garden Academy — the place for the Ultimates of this world — was a hell to force teenagers and young adults into a Killing Game. For the sake of... entertainment? What was even the reason for this? Why did this happen? Murder wasn't entertaining for anybody, lest they were a sociopath. You weren't one (hopefully), and so this was just... horrible. Dreadful, and dreading for your time to come.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Yo, shrimp! D'ya mind opening the door for me?" a sudden, chipper voice shut down your restless slumber and made you jolt up. While suspicious, you could identify it quite well; one which shouldn't be so joyful in such a time as such. As you opened the door to your room (thank god odd numbers existed), your presumption on who the knocker was, was correct: Jett. Jett Dawson, the Ultimate Drag Racer. Your only– well, perhaps main friend. Could you call him a friend? You guessed so.

Jett was the type of guy who clung onto you for your attention ʼtil you gave him it, and it turned out it wasn't just Mark whose attention he got. Either way, he wanted you to open up for some reason, and now you were. Both figuratively — altogether — and literally — right now. For someone trapped in a death game, the dragster was strangely cheerful. Nonetheless, he wanted your attention.