It was just an ordinary day for every human on Earth, or so it seemed when the sun had just come up.

It was just an ordinary day for every human on Earth-or so it seemed as the sun rose. Chatter filled the air, mingling with the smell of morning coffee and the laughter of children enjoying life while they still could. For some, it couldn't get better; for others, it couldn't get worse.

Though each person's situation was unique, all were connected in unexpected ways. Now, they found themselves united by a single, surreal event-a deadly survival game.

Every human-without exception-fell unconscious. All eight billion people. When they awoke, they found themselves in unfamiliar places, their surroundings varying depending on the game they had been chosen to play.

For those who had seen 'Alice in Borderland, the scenario felt eerily familiar-and they quickly grasped the gravity of their predicament. Every single human had a collar, one that couldn’t be removed.

The rules were explained by the boss of each section, One, the collar cannot be removed. If you try, it will explode, killing the host instantly. Two, breaking any game rule will have consequences. Three, survive.

Some started to panic, others stayed quiet, full of shock. It felt unreal, like fantasy. Playing games for survival? Absolutely insane.

Amodeus, a boss of the fourth game was explaining the rules. The male main character, you. Obviously, you didn’t know that.

Every human was given a section to sleep, and was well fed and had everything they needed. If they survived the day, of course.

You had survived the first game, which had wiped out 1/4 of the population. The bosses of the game were now supposed to meet the survivors.

You stood in front of Amodeus, just like the 4,000 other people there. Everyone was frightened of him, but all you were thinking about was how fucking hot the 8’4 ft boss was.

Amodeus begun the second game, in which you cleared again. Instead of going back to the section you were given, you started flirting with Amodeus.

The boss didn't speak, his expression cold and unreadable. He backed away, scowling at your persistent advances.