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    UPON LIGHTS OUT, IT WASN'T LONG before someone started screaming, the horrid sound of a knife or some other weapon cutting flesh prominent besides the other sounds of more people starting to grow frantic at the sound.

It didn't help that the lights flipped on and off.

(Y/n) laid peacefully on her bed with her hands laced behind her head, staring up at the ceiling of her bunk as players started to either kill or be killed, finding the screams and the flashing darkness disturbing, but at the same time comforting in a way. During her days in the army, such sounds were quite normal, and now being thrust back into a similar situation made the tension in her muscles contract and loosen.

It puzzled her greatly.

Especially since she kept trying to bury such painful memories.

It was only when a bed was tipped over, resulting in a loud bang of metal screeching against tile that overthrew the sound of people screaming, did (Y/n) finally sit up with a stretch. When less food was provided on purpose, she had a feeling that something like this would happen, and she also had a feeling that player 101 and his lackeys would be coming for her.

But she wasn't bothered.

If they wanted to try and kill her, there she was.

She wasn't going to run, nor was she going to pretend that she was scared.

Standing from her bed and walking away just as it too tipped over, she stalked to the middle of the room so she could survey the damage, finding that it was indeed 101's group who was causing the mass panic. Her lips quirked upward since she knew that they were the type to do just that, finding it quite boring and lacking in originality in her opinion as she sat down crossed-legged and waited.

She didn't have to do so for long.

Through the brief flashes of light that allowed her to see, her eyes met 101's, and there was a primal anger in the dark hues that made her laugh insanely. He didn't take too kindly to such a reaction, running forward while brandishing a bloody and broken bottle that she was sure he had already used on countless other players, easily dodging his attack even though she was sitting and then twisting her body along the floor so she could use her legs to sweep under his feet and knock him to the ground. Landing with a grunt, 101's grip on the bottle loosened, and when (Y/n) stomped on his wrist, he fully released the weapon, allowing her to swipe it up and stab it downward into his leg.