𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝕸𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

008 Glass Stepping Stones

A/N yo! This chapter will do the switching again. (If ya don't remember, these "***" will let ya know when it changes.) I feel like it would be hella boring if it was her pov the whole time. And this game the VIPs show up! I kinda need to add this in. Also, there's there's just TWO parts I'll be adding a lil' bit more of dialog in so it will make sense, lmao hope ya enjoy this shit show!<3

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The light came on fast. My eyes burned again, they definitely weren't used to this yet. Even though I've been here for four days now. I sat up once I heard the loud buzz. I thought it would be the same as everyday, but no. Four circle guards came in with a coffin like box, it had a pink bow on it too. I looked around the room, I followed where they were headed. Right behind me to my left. I looked behind me, and there he was. That poor man hung himself from the grief. My heart fell, I guess he felt so horrible for killing his wife.

They packed him up quick, and it was now meal time. After the meal they told us to go to the game hall. We all walked in and there was sixteen mannequins in the middle with vets on. They were in numerical order from 1-16. Each one had the same vest, it was pink and black, like the guard's outfit. It also had their signature lable on it. The circle, triangle, and square.

We all stood there for a few minutes before the woman came on. "Welcome players to the fifth game. For this game you all need to choose a number from the corresponding mannequin. Please choose wisely. You have ten minutes."

Choose a vest? If they're numbered like that, then that's the order we might play in right? So it would be best to go for the back numbers, or even the middle numbers.

As I was thinking, that same man who was praying last night went up to choose. Sang-won and I shared a glance. I looked back over to the man. He went up to the sixth one. He held the vest in his hands for a minute before taking it off and going over to a door. I followed him with my eyes. He went over to a large pink door that looked like it was too joyful for us all.

I looked back over to the mannequins and saw another man, he was at number seven. Nice choice sir, it was a lucky number. But would it help him in this round? As he pulled it off and walked away more and more people went up to the middle numbers. Sang-won and I followed them with our eyes together.

Before I knew it all the middle numbers were gone. I looked between the front and back numbers. I can't go with the first few! I don't even know what I'm going into here!

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The VIPs were making their way to the front man's room. They went into an elevator and waited patiently for it to get to his room. Once they arrived, they were then greeted by the front man himself.

"Greetings, I hope your long trip here wasn't too troublesome." He looked over all his VIPs, they all wore different animal masks.

The one with a tiger mask spoke up, "where is the host?" You could hear his thick county accent.

The front man turned his attention over to him, "He has some urgent business he needs to attend. He asked me to welcome you all here, and keep things going."

The man in the bull mask spoke up now. "Really? I'd hardly believe that the host would miss a night like tonight?" He asked looking back at his friends.

The front man didn't want to be talking with them. He wanted them to be moving on by now.

"Everything will still go as planned. I'm sure what we've planed for tonight will exceed your expectations." He was certainly giving his staff and himself well deserved credit.