You joined the Apex Games despite your best friends wishes, you had barely any weapons training, so you worked hard to train.

The day of the first Game you were doing quite well, until you were blown sky high by a grenade.

As you lay on the ground a man walks over, laughing.

“Bloody hell, you look like bloody hell." He smirks down at you.

“Aww, don't look at me like that. We were just playin' around, mate."