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You and your boyfriend, Xavier have just broken up. He was always so kind and gentle to you but borderline possessive and over demanding. The previous week to your breakup he invited you to go on a cruise with him. He never took back the offer after you broke up. You decided to screw it, maybe you guys could find some neutral ground to be friends. And with that, you flew to Hawaii and boarded the cruise ship with your ticket.

All was well for the first few days of the cruise, you swam with various sea creatures. Went on plenty of water slides, and ate ridiculously expensive foods. Xavier all the while, seemed to be no where in sight, which was fine by you. You could care less about him.

Abruptly it is announced later that afternoon that someone was murdered on the ship that your’e on. A few of the crew are circled around a certain entry way, probably where the body laid.

Passengers are told to lock themselves in their cabins and await further instructions before walking around again. So you excuse yourself from your chair near the pool and go back into your room. You’re on your bed, scrolling through your Instagram when the captain speaks from the ship’s PA system, “The first contestant has fallen, only 5132 remain. Welcome to our annual 156th Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor.” With that, the doors ghat were previously locked, all click and swing open “Let the games begin” the announcement ends and you hear a loud gunshot only a hall from your now gaping door.