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Warning: Contains Swearing, Blood, Violence, Usage of guns, Gunshots, mentions of anxiety/panic attack 

A/N:This chapter is quite long so do take breaks in between if needed. Remember your health is the most important thing, so take care<3

YN POV

My vision went blurry and dark - the last figure or thing I saw was the masked man looming over me, making sure I had fully passed out.

And with that the van engine turned on, on its way to the island.

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I woke up to a familiar tune - one that sounds like it’ll be played at a nursery school. Wait a minute, it's much brighter than usual. Huh where am I wtf. I guess I’m not alone in this - seeing the other hundreds of people. 

Wait..
Hundreds of other people…
Wtf where am I…
Wasn’t I in a van before…

Shouting distrubted my thoughts - dk if thats good or bad. Wow the crowd got huge real quick.

“Hm…” I hummed looking all over the room. It looked like a huge warehouse - were we kidnaped or…but we did go on our own will - tall bed frames covered each side wall beside the front wall. There was some sort of platform or stage at the front, huge metal doors at the start of the platform. Two smaller metal doors stood at the side of that platform. I looked down at myself noticing a patch on the jacket I'm wearing, the number 457 was plastered on it.

Not really paying attention to the commotion going on - though I can see three people fighting, one who’s on the floor a female i think with the number 067, and a man shouting relentlessly with the number 456, and another male with the imdimitating tattoo on the chin with the number 101. Looking back at the walls once more, I can notice that there indeed were drawings on the walls but I can't make out what it shows with the beds covering.

How curious and tempting it was to figure it out - but my weak little body won't be able to pull all the bed frames out, it all looks like it's made out of steel metal. That’s as much as I can make out of the room. The ceiling was all clear and white - not pointing out the camera in the top corner - and the floor just made up of plain cement. Pulling my attention back to the fight taking place in the middle of the room. 456 seems to be trying to call out to people who could possibly be outside the warehouse room. 

And just like that was a command a group of masked men came into the room. All wearing the same pink uniform but with different symbols on the mask, the ones with the circle on the mask stepped aside while the one with the square on the mask stood up front - in front of all the others. I guess I found the superior one here.

“I would like to extend a heartfelt welcome to you all. Everyone here will participate in six different games over six days. Those who win the game will move on to the rest of the games, the one who wins all six games will receive a handsome amount of cash prize.” Says the square masked men, with a deep and loud enough voice for everyone in the room to hear clearly. Once again the voice was what seems to be modified with a voice changer.

Third person POV

Watching from the frame of the bed she woken up on, eyebrows tucked up in curiosity of the mentions of a cash prize.

From the position she sat on, the faces of everyone were clear to her. Confusion crept on each and every one of them, some continued to stay sat at the edge of their bed frames and others standing, crowded at the centre of the room while others had just got of their beds in an attempt to listen in closer.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 16, 2021 ⏰

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