Survival, GL

A deadly game descends. There are no rulebooks and no hints for clearing it. Everyone runs, hides, kills, and flees, gambling on whether luck will let them keep breathing for one more minute.

When Yu Shimia opened her eyes, she was in a private room at an asylum. A pocket watch sat on the bedside table. The person inside it said, “You’re the thirteenth player I’ve been bound to. The previous twelve all died.”

She looked down at her legs. She had congenital muscle weakness and used a wheelchair in her daily life. She couldn’t run, and she couldn’t hide.

Then she opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a pencil and a stack of medical records.

The deadly game had no rulebook. No matter. She would write one herself.

The asylum, the school, the bus, the ancient castle, the Forsaken Land. Across thirty instances, while others risked their lives to test things out, she used her mind to work out the answers…