In the darkness, someone grabs me by the wrist and slams me into the building’s wall, my head thudding against the bricks, and the world spinning as the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. I have the good sense to fight back against my attacker, whoever it is, and lunge forward, knocking them onto the ground. They attempt to slide from underneath me but I have a firm grip on their arms. “Who are you!?” I demand. “Please!” The words barely escape, a voice drenched in terror, before another one pierces the darkness, coming from every direction, a repeating phrase making my heart drop a little more each time. “3 minutes remaining… fight to the.. death.” The final time it’s said, the words hang heavy in the air, slowly disappearing, and leaving me paralyzed. Only then do I realize I’ve loosened my grip, and my attacker has escaped from under me. Quickly, I turn around, and a streetlight slowly flickers on, revealing the face of a mad-man. In his hands, he holds a knife already covered in blood and death. I scramble backwards, desperation lacing my pleas. “No! No! Please, don’t do this!” But my words fall on deaf ears as he just makes his way closer, set on taking my life. I even almost accept it until he suddenly stops in his tacks and his face drains of color. Seizing the opportunity, I jump up and equip myself with the closest thing nearby: a heavy rock. Blood spills from the man’s lips and his body falls flat in front of me, behind him, a woman with fiery red hair. She’s holding a pole of some sort, the end of it sharpened, making it as dangerous as a dagger. "Thank you." I whisper. "Don't thank me," the woman growls as she lunges towards me with no hesitation, her weapon hitting me in the head, telling me that I’m her next victim. I stagger but manage to remain upright, though the world around me begins to blur and I have the sudden urge to vomit. As I bend down, preparing to spew this afternoon’s lunch all over the ground, the woman charges at me once more and just barely misses. Overestimating her strength, she stumbles and collides with the streetlight, her body crumpling to the ground with a thud. The silence that follows tells me all I need to know and I don’t need to check for a pulse to sense the absence of life. I gasp for breath, my heart racing as I scan my surroundings, expecting someone else at any second, but as moments pass and no one else emerges, a sense of safety washes over me. I let go of the rock and hold onto my throbbing head, attempting to make sense of the sudden chaos, and just as I’ve barely recounted everything that’s happened, the lone streetlight shuts off and darkness returns. “3 minutes remaining… fight to the.. death.” The robotic voice forces me up and on my feet, my rock back in my hands, and adrenaline surges through my veins. Even if with just luck I survived at first, with determination, I stand ready for another fight, and I know for sure, I must survive at any cost.