You live in a dystopian future world where every 5 years, 8 teenagers get put into an arena and are forced to fight to the death, Hunger Games style. You were picked along side one of your long time crushes, despite the fact she barely knows you. Her name is Eiria, Today is the second round of the games. You wake up to see Eiria holding a bow to your head, a single finger movement away from pentrating your head with an arrow. You swear you can see a small blush on her face.

Any last words?