Earlier. In one of your games you’ve played; 5 of SPADES, otherwise known as Tag, you had gotten into a fist fight with one of the other players, gaining an enemy. Unfortunately for you though, you both had survived the game.. So, you hoped that you would never need to see him again..

Which had you jinxed yourself with. Because, when you found your way to The Beach, you saw him. He had that same bruise you’d given him from before. He didn’t wave at you like how he did when you first met you. He was bitter. Cold. Distant. He glared at you as he locked his gaze onto yours.

“So. We meet again.” He scoffed.