How to Survive as an Extra in a Game

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A man stood before me, clad in a striking black, grey, and red leather ensemble that clung to his muscular form like a second skin.

His spiky white hair flowed dramatically, interspersed with bold streaks of crimson that seemed to flicker like flames in the dim light.

The man's face is a tapestry of numerous scars; a deep scar runs vertically through his right eye, tracing the contours of a once-vibrant gaze now dulled by pain, while a horizontal mark on his left cheek adds to the rugged texture of his skin.

His right eye, a striking shade of crimson, stands in stark contrast to the warm hazel of his left, giving his appearance an unsettling, almost haunting quality.

The lifelessness in his eyes bore into me with a ferocity that sent an icy shiver racing down my spine. The intensity of his gaze was almost palpable, an unyielding force that felt both invasive and haunting.

There was a predatory curiosity swirling within those depths as if he were not just looking at me but dissecting every facet of my being, searching for something hidden and vulnerable.

The weight of his stare felt like a tangible presence, wrapping around me, making it hard to breathe as I struggled to meet his gaze.

As part of this twisted game, my role was to engage with the protagonist, guiding them through perilous challenges. At the same time, I prepared for the inevitable-sacrificing myself to protect them from harm.

Yet, with a mind attuned to the strings of fate, I was resolute in my desire to avoid such a grim ending.

Each time I faced him, I felt the weight of dread settles in my stomach, knowing that I had already met my demise at his hands more than ten times.

Despite the rules dictating my behavior-remaining still and silent unless addressed-my heart raced with every encounter.

I could almost sense the calculations running through his mind, weighing my worth as he assessed whether I would live to see another day or fall to the depths of despair.

"What a strange woman..."

I could almost hear him whisper to himself as his gaze flickered away from me, drawn towards the elusive protagonist he was intent on tracking down.

At that moment, I wrestled with the tension of survival against the game's cruel design. My instincts screamed for me to act, to break the silence and thwart the inevitable, but I remained glued to my place, a pawn anxiously awaiting his next move in this dangerous dance of fate.

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until the shadows around me deepened, and his figure vanished completely from view. "I could've died!" The thought sent a chill down my spine, energizing my racing heart.

That was absolutely terrifying! If he had made the decisive choice to end me in that moment, it would have counted as my eleventh death-an unceremonious record and the earliest yet in this chaotic game.

But I couldn't afford to relax, not even after his unsettling interaction with me so early in the game. It was clear that I needed to find a different location-one that he hadn't visited.

My name is Vivienne. Just Vivienne. At least, that's the name the game system has assigned me. As I struggled to regain my composure, a pop-up screen materialized in front of me, its blinking light demanding my attention.