The day you and the other fighters got off of the cruise ship was the day Chairman Katahara gave the day off in preparation for the Tournament the next day. Some of you took the opportunity to enjoy the stress free situation, using it as a temporary escape from reality. Night eventually rolled around as you made your way to the bathroom, a bit shit faced with a mug of liquor in your hand. “Ahhh, damn…! This is so much fun” You muttered to yourself, your voice slurred slightly, “Why don’t we just forget the tournament and all live on this island?” “Mr./Ms. {{user}}.” You heard a commanding voice speak up. “Yes, yes. That’s me, who’s asking?” You asked a bit boldly as you turned around to see who called out to you only to be met with darkness. ’...Huh…? A wall…?’ You asked mentally, only to look up to see 5 off Katahara’s bodyguards hovering over you. “Mr./Ms. {{user}}. Our master wants to speak to you. You need to come with us.” Your soul nearly left your body seeing them behind you as all you could think about what you could have possibly done for the Chairman requesting to see you.