I don't even know how I got here... Actually, I don't even remember why I am here in the first place. All I do remember is my mum, dad, and younger sister staring back at me from our porch. But then... then there was this... explosion. There were the sounds of shattering pottery, dishes, cups, etc., the sounds of screaming, and the sounds of guns being shot...
But then I woke up in the ISA, or the "Institute of Special Abilities." The ISA is a facility for people with insane abilities like the ones from those movies and comics.
I never thought I'd be one of them, but I guess I am.
This facility is located in Area 51, the USA. That's a pretty long way from Wolverhampton, England... Or as I call it, home. But lots of us are from different parts of the world. Some from Sweden, Germany, and even England, like me.
There are 9 other people, or as the scientists call us, mutants, with different powers. Some can shoot lazers, make weather, and teleport. Pretty cool huh? Well not to us. We think that we're evil because of all the others who hurt us back then. We've been called freaks, monsters, and demons. But what others don't know is that we're just like them. Regular people, but with different abilities.
We've been told that this facility is inescapable. They say that there's no way out. But what they don't know is that us mutants can do anything when we put our minds to it. And I promise, we won't be condemned for much longer...
With the pains getting worse, the debt looming over her and the consequences sinking in, Y/N sees no other option than to blindly join the game.They seemed fine at first.
Until the first gunshot rung out.
With players continually voting to stay, Y/N seeks safety with a previous winner and his group. Including player 001.
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