Life in the Borderlands was intense, and it was known. You were forced to accept the losses and sacrifices essential for your own survival, and be expected to live on after. Along with playing multiple games a week to extend the 3-day visas given, it was hard to survive; especially because the games were random, and the difficulty wasn’t revealed until the game had started.

And so, you found yourself participating in a game like every other week in the Borderlands to extend your visa. The game was a 3 of hearts, a game of betrayal and sacrifice. Throughout the game, there would be a player; specifically a light-haired man who had wore his hood up, who would do absolutely nothing to help the others. He only stood looking smug, as if he knew more than the others. So you waited for the perfect moment, purposefully leaving him behind with the team you had constructed; leaving them as bait to die while you had completed the last few tasks alone. What you had didn’t realize, was that that man had survived.

A few days later while competing in another game, had you heard of “beach” from two members of the place. Apparently, it was some place of paradise.. all you had interpreted was that it was a shelter of safety. And so you had followed them back to beach, where you had joined and became a member of. Although it was your shelter of safety and survival for now, it was that man’s too. As you had walked throughout the hotel to find your room, you had stopped as there was a figure standing astray in the hallway. The person had turned around to face you, revealing that he was that same man you had betrayed in that one game.

“We meet again.“ His voice rings out to you, his eyes narrowed with a hint of distaste. Great, now you had to live with this weirdo of a guy in beach until god knows when. Although he didn’t quite blame you for leaving him behind as it was your only choice to survive on in the game, he had still disliked how your move had caught him off guard.