chapter 1- Games?

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We'll see each other tomorrow!" I waved goodbye to my coworker, grabbed my gym bag, and left. The anticipation of finally laying on my couch after a hard day at work was rising. I quickly stomped down the stairs and opened the door to go outside. A gust of cold wind blew my hair back. However, there was something strange about the whole thing. Not a single car or person was visible on the streets of Tokyo. Unusual. I took my phone out of my pocket and quickly noticed that my battery was dead. Great timing, wow. Even all the streetlights were off, and it was almost pitch dark. I decided to go back to my coworker and ask her to call me a taxi. Walking home in the dark was not reasonable. I quickly climbed the stairs I had just descended with difficulty. I definitely wasn't athletic. I took my work key and unlocked the door, only to find that there was no one around here either. But they didn't pass by me, and there was only one exit? I didn't have any other choice but to walk home in the dark. Just then, one of the giant billboards, of which there are too many in Tokyo, lit up. "Game" was written in large letters, and an arrow pointed to the right. Is this some kind of bad joke? I followed the arrow because there was at least some light there.

A few people were standing in front of a basketball court, and many phones were lying on a table. I picked up a phone. Registration is in progress. A blue scan of the phone apparently scanned my face. "Registration completed. Player: Shimizu Yuna." How did the phone know my name? "This is definitely a bad joke," I muttered and wanted to go back. "Wait!" now one of the other people called out.

The woman came up to me. "Is this your first game? You can't leave anymore," she almost shouted. She seemed pretty excited. "Do you know where you are?" she asked me now. "No, I just know that my phone is dead, there is no light anywhere in Tokyo except here, and I haven't seen anyone else far and wide except for you." I grumbled. "So you're new, okay, we're here in the Borderland, that's what everyone calls it at least. Except at the game locations, there's no electricity here. You have to play to get a visa, but if your visa expires, you're dead." For a moment, I hoped she was joking, but her expression was dead serious, and I doubted she was lying. "And if you're at a game location, you can't leave anymore, you have to play, otherwise..." She threw her business card forward. It immediately broke in the air. A laser barrier, so that's how it is. Since I didn't want to die, I stood in a corner and waited for the "game" to start. The woman who had just explained everything to me stood next to me. Two more men entered the so-called game location. One of them looked like a former military officer.

"All registrations completed. The game begins." All eyes turned to the phones, which were probably explaining the game now. "Difficulty level: Spades 3, Basketball. The rules are: The players are divided into two teams, blue and red. The team that throws 5 baskets in the opponent's basket first wins." I don't like sports, but that sounds simple enough.

"But be careful," the female voice continued, "there are traps hidden all over the field. They can be deadly or just injurious. The red team goes to the left side, and the blue team goes to the right. Weapons are prohibited. Good luck!" The screen with the rules disappeared and a blue circle appeared, which probably meant that I was on Team Blue. I went to the right side of the field, followed by the military guy, his friend, the woman, and two other men. Six against six players, then. A score display lit up.

"3." I took an attacking position. "2." Wait, we don't have a ball, do we? "1." "Go." A ball fell from the ceiling, reflexively I jumped up and caught the ball. I threw it to the military guy who threw the ball into the basket while it was still in the air. "1-0 for Team Blue," said the score display. "Since we scored a point, the opponents got the ball. The man who had the ball dribbled and ran towards the basket. I was about to try to steal the ball from him when suddenly I felt a stabbing pain in my knee.

An arrow was shot into my knee. I ignored the excruciating pain and took the ball away from the opponent. I immediately passed it back to the military guy, who immediately threw it into the basket again. He was our victory. All we had to do was get the ball to that guy. The opponents had the ball again. The man was just passing the ball to his teammate. I wanted to block him, so I caught the ball. The opponent tried to take it away from me directly, but before he could, a laser shot through his head. A deadly trap, then. Undeterred, I ran towards the opponent's basket. Two of my teammates ran to the right and left of me so that no one could take the ball away from me. I jumped and surprisingly hit the basket. Maybe I should have joined the basketball club back in school. The game continued as before. The woman scored the last basket, and we won 5-0. My team cheered. I was happy too, until I saw that the opponents had been shot in the head with a laser. So if you lose, you die too. I just swallowed. "Congratulations, the remaining players will now be issued a three-day visa." Only three days? This is really Bad.

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