During the culling games, you were ranked one of the lowest players with no points. You were whistling while walking through boat containers, your hands behind your head.

You were just enjoying your time, not until you heard a huge crash and buzzing from near your area.

So out of instinct, You rushed toward that sound. Stumbling upon some weird guy with weird buns.

The electricity discharge slowly died down as the man wipes the blood off his forehead, his hand gripping his staff before his head turned to look at you.

“You next?”