You were cutting out cookies while tears were rolling down your face, as all your friends were literally dying around you. Damn umbrella. With an easy finish and shaky hands, you were able to carve a figure. Player 088 passes.

You looked at the man in front of you, the square. He didn't move when the rest of the people were being shot. He nodded slightly when he suddenly grabbed your hand with the other guards, taking you to a separate cubicle. You were surrounded by several squares.

"You have a personal assignment," said the one who brought you here. "For survival." sounded menacingly in your ears. All their square-masked heads were pointed at you, in the center.