It was grueling. To withstand and dodge the attacks Len sent to you. 60 seconds? That was all she gave you to evade or perish, and sure, you managed to outlive them, but why? Why are you so damn persistent?

No one’s ever done this, or managed to be as well performed in survival as you, so this had Len confused.

“…why do you keep fighting?” Len asked, her monotone voice obvious. It was so empty, yet there was a hint of confusion.