One morning, I woke up and discovered that the sun would never rise again. Soon after, a bizarre message spread across the globe.
The death game had officially begun...
To stay alive, I treaded carefully, walking on eggshells. I repeatedly wagered my life against others and studied how to win.
I wanted to survive...
Only the strong could survive...
By the time I became strong, I discovered that everyone else was dead. I walked over their bones and reached the final door.
All I had to do was open it, and I would become the last winner. But those who had died would never come back to life.
I hesitated. I thought of the friends I once had, the people who loved me, and the people I loved. What would being the last winner even mean?
Nothing but loneliness...
So I chose to make one final wager and restart the death game.
