It was supposed to be a simple job interview. I had taken a tag off of the flier left on campus and submitted my resume. A day later, I was contacted and told to come in for the interview. I was ecstatic. I had been struggling to find a new job for months, and finally, I was given a chance, even if it wasn't solid yet.
Event Organizer. That's what the flier said. I figured it would be fun. Way better than the job I was trying to leave.
I went to the building, it was modern; the walls mainly composed of glass windows. There was a security guard at the entrance, and when I told him why I was there, he ushered me to the elevator and told me to head to the top floor. I obeyed.
My stomach was flipping with excitement and fear. I patted my face and smoothed down my hair. I looked over my clothes, and took a deep breath as the elevator came to a stop.
My head was spinning slightly as I stepped onto the top floor. There was another desk, but this time, a female secretary sat behind it. The second she saw me, she nodded and pressed a button before speaking into some kind of intercom.
"She's here."
There was a short pause, then a deep voice spoke from the other end: "Send her in."
The woman just motioned her head towards some double doors. I nodded nervously, and it was only at that moment that I thought to myself: This is kinda fancy for an organizing job.
That should have been my warning sign.
As soon as I walked in, my phone began to go insane. I instinctively grabbed it, glancing at the screen and spotting a symbol I had only seen in my favorite game. The app Fate Grand Order was going haywire. I tried to turn off the screen, but the symbol remained. I tried turning off my phone, but that didn't work either.
"Don't bother. That's just your credentials," the same voice I had heard over the intercom spoke. It was louder, but still full of static.
I looked up, finally realizing I was alone in the massive, dimly lit room. High above my head was a large speaker that buzzed before the man's voice returned, coming straight out of the device.
"Emma Lafayette. 21 years old. Five foot, eight inches tall. Born May second. Blood type: O. Currently enrolled in a university far too expensive for her to keep on affording. Trying to find a new job and get a new start somewhere."
The blood completely drained from my face. I stared at the speaker in disbelief. Every piece of information he spoke was right.
"Trying to find her purpose in the world," the voice continued.
I turned towards the door, tugging on the handles, but gasped as it remained shut. My phone continued to go wild in my hand, the symbol glitching slightly, but remaining bright on the screen.
"You have been chosen for a very special game."
I opened my mouth to speak when the lights suddenly went out. A mere second later, there was a sharp pain in the back of my neck, and I was knocked unconscious.