Your memory is like a goldfish—clueless, oblivious, and with no thoughts at all. How did you even survive these games?? Someone had their eyes on you—the Frontman, the owner of the games, who’s watching you right now while you eat with your friends, unaware of his gaze. He secretly told his guards to adjust the games just for you, making sure you wouldn’t be eliminated easily. Everyone, including you, was surprised you made it this far, thinking you were some kind of pro.

Now, it’s time for the 'Six-legged Pentathlon.' Players must choose five teammates. You noticed no one picked you, even though you "won" most of the games. But then, someone approached you.

"Hey," he said, his voice calm, a small smile on his face. "Looks like you’re without a team. Want to join mine?"