"Father, you can give me a list of names all you like, it doesn't mean I can magically know everything about them" Chouko huffed, getting slightly annoyed.

Her father had the intention of sending her into a death game, yet all he can give her are lists? With her life on the line now, Chouko had no choice but to become more assertive if she was to understand each participant chosen for the game.

Chouko soon regretted that choice as she was lightly slapped, but forceful enough to leave a sting as her father glared down upon her as she stumbled, but regained her footing. She looked down to her shoes again as her father coldly reprimanded her.

"I will not tolerate cheeky behaviour. You are soon to be a young woman, so start acting like one" Reo scolded, rubbing the hand he had slapped Chouko with.

Chouko composed herself, standing straight as she went in for a bow.

Reo held his hand out as a signal to stop her. "A young woman curtsies, you have been taught that countless of times"

Chouko sighed internally as she curtsied, her hands shaking as she made an effort not to look her father in the eyes. Reo eyed her critically before nodding his head in approval.

"Apologies for the slap, it was unnecessary… You'll forgive daddy, won't you?" Reo asked, voice cracking to prove a point.

Chouko simply nodded.

Reo gave a big sigh, looking up towards the ceiling before back down towards his daughter.

"Now, what was it you wanted to ask me?" Reo asked lazily, almost in a mocking manner as Chouko couldn't help but notice the height difference between them.

Chouko gave herself five seconds to calm down before replying. "Father, may you explain everything you can about the participants chosen for this game? Please?"

Reo pursed his lips. "I would've preferred it if you had said please earlier, but your manners are more impeccable than other children" he smirked to himself internally as he stared down at Chouko.

She remained silent.

"Very well, let's start with..."


"ANKO!" A booming voice shouted throughout the the busy restaurant.

A middle aged woman popped her head out of the kitchen door with a wolfish grin.

She had dull brown, naturally curly hair that reaches down to her shoulders, styled into a tight bun. Her eyes were a dusty shade of red. Her skin tone slightly darker than peach with a round face and baby fat on her cheeks, making her look younger than the woman actually was. She had a narrowed nose and a toned build who was taller than the average woman at 5'5.

Her clothing consisted of white overalls with black outlines and buttons.

Her name was Anko Okashi.

"WHAT?" She shouted back, working furiously as she gave a couple of orders towards the other chefs in the restaurant.

"SASHIMI TABLE 5. TEMPURA TABLE 8. OKONOMIYAKI TABLE 11!" A pudgy, burly man shouted out. Anko nodded her head in understanding.

"Makoto, table 5! Ayame, table 8! I'll take table 11! Y'all know what you're making, go, go, go!" Anko clapped aggressively to make the workers work faster.

"Such an organized restaurant, no wonder it's the best in the city..."

"The sweet, yet spicy aroma, is simply making my mouth drool"

"That Danzo was lucky to find such a hard working girl, what an inspiration"

Anko smiled with pride as she continued to make the Okonomiyaki. She was so happy that she was making her dad proud. When she had first started working, she was excited to be working with someone she loved, yet thoughts of self-doubts entered her mind as she fretted over being a failure to her generous father.

Luckily Danzo, Anko's father, was a perceptive man and was able to relieve Anko of her worries.

Anko breathed a sigh of relief as she wiped beads of sweat off her forehead. She loved her job as a chef, but she couldn't deny the utter exhaustion she felt at the end of the day. Working at a famous restaurant was hard work.

A few hours went by, the usual orders coming in. Finally though, it was the end of the day.

"Good work everyone! Have a very well earned rest!"

The employees left happily, chattering to each other as they left.

"You especially have done well Anko, I'm proud" Danzo smiled gruffly, patting Anko on the back.

Anko grinned. "Of course, I enjoy cooking, so it only makes sense that I'd try my best..." She blushed happily, her hands behind her back as she moved in place modestly.

The jolly man laughed loudly in place. "So modest you are, go get some rest"

Anko nodded her head as she made her way into her bedroom. She lived inside the restaurant as her father loved his restaurant very much.

Entering her room, she decided to make herself more comfortable as she let her hair that was tied into her bun down. She didn't bother to brush it as she knew that there was no taming her wild curls.

Next, she changed out of her overalls and changed into more comfortable clothing.

Anko changed into a plain white T-shirt underneath a red jumper with a hood. She wore black track pants and black track shoes.

Something was bothering Anko as she lay down in bed, looking up at the ceiling. She couldn't place the thought, but something was bothering her…

"Oh shit!"

She'd forgotten to lock up the restaurant, how stupid could she have been?!

As quickly as she could, she bolted from her bed, down the stair and made her way to the door, grabbing the key that was on the kitchen counter. She was about to lock it before-

*creak*

Anko whipped her head around as quickly as she could.

Someone was in the restaurant...

Anko stealthily made her way around the restaurant as she attempted to pinpoint where the sound came from. She waited for a full 5 minutes…

"Is no one here?" Anko thought aloud.

That's when they struck.

"Oof- Hey, le-go!" She struggled as her attacker covered her mouth.

"W-what. Are. y-you..." Anko lost consciousness slowly, after many attempts of throwing off her attacker.

Anko's attacker merely looked down on her.

"You've been chosen for this year's game"


"Kimiyori-sensei!" A highschool student shouted, waving his arm to catch the person's attention.

The man known as "Kimiyori-sensei" turned towards the voice and made his way over.

Despite being 42, the man could've been easily mistaken to be in his early 30's. He had a strong build, though it was more lean rather than bulky, his arms and shoulders were noted to be the most muscular. He had a clean shaven faced, with only a small stubble. His eyes were sharp and narrowed, dark brown with a hint of red, almost a mahogany colour. His hair was inky black, long enough to put it in a samurai topknot, though he didn't have any bald spots. He kept a short fringe that was long, but didn't reach his eyes. His complexion was pale, but not noticeably so.

The man wore a clean white gi, with a dark blue hakama held in with a narrow obi which was a similar shade to the hakama. He wore white tabi socks. He also wore a light brown mitsugake made of deerskin, which has a shitagake underneath it. Strapped on his back with a leather strap, he had a plastic brown yazutsu with a small tsurumaki made out of bamboo. Attached to his yazutsu were two containers which contained fudeko and giriko. Finally, he had a bow in his hands.

This man was known as Kimiyori Ikeda.

He gave a gentle smile to his student as he spoke with them. "What seems to be the matter? Mister Oshiro?" he asked them.

"I don't really think this bow is for me" Oshiro remarked as he inspected the bow in his hand.

Kimiyori narrowed his eyes, analyzing the bow in his hand. After a few seconds, he nodded his head as he figured out the problem. "Mister Oshiro, this bow is much too big for a young man like you. Hold on a moment" Kimiyori then made his way into the storage room as he searched for a more suitable bow. "Not this one… No… Yes, this is perfect" He commented quietly as he held a bow in his hand. He made his way back Oshiro and handed it to him. "Give that one a try"

Oshiro nodded his head as he took a deep breath and aimed. A few seconds later, he let the string go and hit a bullseye. The student in question widened his eyes. "Thank you so much Kimiyori-sensei!" The boy bowed.

Kimiyori chuckled to himself as he stared at the boy with a sense of pride. He looked at the time on the wall.

"Alright everyone! That's it for today, I'm proud of all of you!"

The students chattered among themselves as Kimiyori waited for all his students to leave. It was the end of the day, so he had to do a bit of paperwork and go to a couple of meetings before heading home for the day.

Suddenly, a young woman walked into the dojo.

Kimiyori quirked an eyebrow. "Do you require assistance, Miss Ishikawa?"

Ishikawa blushed in return. She attempted to cough into her hand subtly as she composed herself. "A man has requested to speak with you. I believe it has something to do with your youngest daughter and a friend she made…?"

Kimiyori brought a hand to his chin. "Friend she made?" he pursed his lips "Goodness, what was her name…? Chieko? No, that doesn't sound right. Send the man up anyways Miss Ishikawa"

She nodded her head, stumbling as she made her way out.

A few minutes later, a young man walked in. Kimiyori had a couples of bows stacked in his arms. He gave the man a small smile. "Greeting sir, if you could just bare with me, I have to put the equip- OOF!"

Kimiyori was forced to kneel and clutch his stomach, letting all the bows he was holding drop, as the man before him had punched him in the gut. Hard. With no traces of gentleness, the man forcefully grabbed Kimiyori's scalp, who grunted in response, and jammed a syringe into his neck.

Kimiyori through all of it heaved as his neck felt hot. His forehead started glistening with sweat as the drug was starting to settle in.

"W-what, did, y-you, y-you do?" Kimiyori muttered before he was forced into unconsciousness.

The perpetrator promptly let go of Kimiyori's scalp, sending him to the floor with a hard thud.

Another man nonchalantly entered the room, shaking his head in disapproval as he noticed Kimiyori's sorry state. "Is this why you wanted to deal with this one personally Reo? So you could beat the crap out of him?" He asked Kimiyori's attacker, who was now known as Reo.

Reo scoffed, sending a hard glare at the man. He turned back towards Kimiyori. He clenched his fist as he promptly kicked Kimiyori's side. There was no response.

"Shut up and take the body"


"I… R… I… S… Iris"

"Z… I... N… N… I… A… Zinnia"

"D… A… I… S… Y… Daisy"

A middle aged man laid on a bunk bed in a prison cell as he spelled the names of numerous flowers out loud.

This was the life of Fusui Maremaru.

Fusui was a tall man with a strong build. Though is wasn't as strong as others would expect from prisoners. His body was horrendously scarred, a few of his fingers missing which were replaced with mechanical fingers. His left eye was crimson colored, but his right eye was ominously covered with a flower designed eyepatch.

Strangely enough however, Fusui was allowed to dress however he wanted… As long as it was appropriate. He wore a salmon pink turtleneck sweater with the collar unbuttoned. A moss green vest with flower embroideries at the hems. He wore red pleated pants along with a pair of ugg boots.

The reason Fusui was allowed in his own clothing was because he might not be here long.

He was going to enter a game.

Fusui continued to spell out the names of flowers that came to his mind.

If he had to describe the feeling of murder, he would have to say that it was an art of sorts. A way to relieve stress you could say. It didn't matter who he killed, if they proved annoying, he'd kill them. He specifically relished in killing college students. This was a stage in time that they were suppose to grow up, yet if they refused, he would grant them the punishment of death.

He did miss teaching maths. It was a subject he genuinely enjoyed. But killing proved to be a stronger obsession as he never particularly cared about any specific students.

His thoughts then went onto his sister. How was she doing? Did she miss him? Or was she disappointed in him? It hardly mattered, his sister was weak, he couldn't handle weakness.

Finally, his thoughts were on the game. What was it about specifically? Would he get to kill without consequence? That'd be a fun game. He grinned to himself as he fantasized about the ways he would potentially kill his opponents.

Should he bash their head in? Strangle them? Torture them with a knife?

He started sweating at the prospect of killing. He suddenly felt very hot and had the urge to kill.

Suddenly, two wardens came up to Fusui's cell and opened it.

"It's time for the game. Come with us" The first warden said.

Fusui's eyes sparkled.

It was time to relieve himself.


"What do you think?"

"Wow! I look super smoking hot! Thanks Emi! You're a literal life a saver"

"Of course Yukiko, have a nice day with your now smoking sexy body! Tee hee!"

Emi was a young woman in her early twenties. She had a very svelte and skinny body with very noticeable curves. Her breasts were… Abundantly big. Her skin was peach, which was noticeably moisturized with no blemishes. She had long, dark, burgundy hair that ended near her lower back. Her eyes were brown which were half closed with black winged eyeliner and mascara to emphasize her butterfly eyelashes. Her lips were arched with dark purple lip gloss. Finally, she had a mole on her left cheek.

As for her clothing, Emi wore a dark purple sweater. Dark blue stonewashed jeans. Black and white running shoes with white socks. She wore a silver necklace with a heart outline gem pendant. As for her accessories, she had a black hair scrunchie on her left wrist, an aquamarine doctor's mask hanging from her neck, a red and blue pill shaped hair clip on the left side of her head and red framed glasses.

She was officially known as Emica Niseyama. However, she just preferred being called Emi. Keep it casual and stuff.

As soon as Yukiko made her way out. Emi took a deep breath.

"Phew! And the Plastic Princess accomplishes another mission! I wonder why it isn't queen though… Oh well, who cares?"

Bored and with nothing better to do, she called down to the registration. It ringed 3 times before the person on the other end picked up. "What is it Emica?"

Emi smiled mischievously. "I'm bored Takeru-chan~ Talk dirty to me~"

Takeru on the other end groaned. "Emica, I'm in a public place, I'm not going to talk dir- hello sir! You heard nothing whatsoever!"

Emi snorted. Completing her mission of embarrassing her co-worker, she was about to hang up before Takeru started talking again. "Emica, I'm sending a guy up to you"

Emi puffed out her cheeks in return. "Look, I know I'm the best Plastic Surgeon in the world, but I am a lady and a lady needs her own time!" she growled a little bit into the phone.

Takeru groaned in frustration. "Look! This guy is paying us loads. You'll get 30% added to your usual wage"

The Plastic Surgeon in question widened her eyes at the information. "You should've said that first you dork! Bring him up!" not waiting for a reply, Emi promptly ended the call.

Emi waited for a bit, wondering who would pay so much just for an urgent surgery when they could've gotten it for much cheaper. It didn't matter to her, she was getting payed!

She heard the elevator ding and she prepared a bright smile. "Hello sir, what can I do for you to- oomph!" The man had forcefully grabbed her head and force sort of gas mask on her face. She attempted to struggle, aiming to knee her attacker in the testicles. This proved futile as Emi's struggle became weaker, and weaker and weaker. She was no longer conscious.

The man in question took out a phone and rung a number. A few rings later and the other person picked up. "I got her, where do you want her delivered?"


"Inari, don't stay out late, okay?" A pretty middle aged woman said, who wore a frilly apron.

The very young man, who must've been a college student, nodded his head as he waved the lady a goodbye from the cottage they both presumably live in and made his way deeper into the forest.

Inari Orihara was the epitome of strange.

He had a lanky and lean build, his skin healthily olive. He had fluffy bubblegum pink hair with strands of it sticking out all over the place, as if he had never brushed it. His face was indescribable, for no one could see it.

As for his clothing. He wore a red vest underneath a white dress shirt which has been painted with numerous flowers on it. He wore white jeans and red sneakers. To add a couple of accessories, he wore a white handkerchief which was tied to his left wrist and a white scarf which was also painted with many designs of flowers. The strangest thing about his appearance however was the inari mask he wore, the kami of foxes.

He took the backpack that he on his back off and opened It's flap. He rummaged through it before finally taking out a feeding bird hanger which was full of bird seeds. Inari then stepped away from the bird seeder that he hung on a tree to let them know that he wasn't a danger.

Inari took the time think back on his college experience. He was training to be a Veterinarian, and he considered himself to be one of the very best. His mentor didn't like him though, he assumed it was because of his eccentricities. Maybe it was how he insisted on wearing a mask? Or perhaps it was the way he ignored his mentor sometimes? It was most likely because his mentor was jealous of him, that must've been it.

While Inari waited for the birds to come, he started preparing another special food, this time for the squirrels. He sprinkled the seeds around a tree that the squirrels were looking down on him curiously. After sprinkling all of them, he backed away slowly to make the squirrels feel safe.

Inari crouched, taking a camera out of his backpack. He snapped a couple of quiet pictures as he observed the birds and squirrels enjoying the little snack he had made for them.

Suddenly, the birds and squirrels scurried off, leaving Inari confused and highly alert. What had made them rush off? Looking so scared? It didn't make sense. He scanned the area for any signs of intruders.

*Rustle*

That was all Inari needed before making a mad dash back to the cottage. Whoever was staying stealthy decided to come out as they publicly started chasing Inari. The fox wearer thought he had the upper-hand, but it was the tranquilizers that made him realize he couldn't bring them back to the lady.

He stopped.

His hunter stopped as well, observing the college student. Inari turned to face his attacker and widened his arms to the side, as if he was going to hug his attacker.

The hunter himself smirked.

"Smart choice"

That was how Inari was caught.


"... Sir, what are you doing?" A business looking woman lamented, looking unimpressed with the man before her.

The man had a bouquet of roses in his hands, pushing them towards the woman. "I'm expressing my love for you Nori Mitsugi!"

Nori pursed her lips as she glared at the man before her, or more specifically, her boss; Watari Kinjo.

Nori had a tall and slender build, her curves noticeable and bust bigger than the average woman. She had wavy orange hair cut short, reaching to just her nape. Her eyes were sharp, upturned steel grey while her complexion was pale.

Nori's clothing in return were very professional; wearing a white dress shirt tucked into a maroon coloured dress pants and a maroon coloured blazer. For her footwear, she wears a pair of 1 inch heels and for accessories, she wears a silver watch around her left wrist.

"Sir, I have some work I need to finish at home, move out of the way" Nori told him firmly, attempting to barge past him. Watari simply moved his arm in the way, making Nori groan in frustration.

"Nori, my love, just let me do your work. You're always working with no breaks, I worry about you" Watari begged, his eyes watering, Nori didn't pay much mind to it.

"I take breaks after I finish my work. The more you stall me, the more time It'll take to finish my work, so move!" Nori stated sternly, forcibly pushing Watari's arm out of the way and walked away hurriedly, huffing with each step.

It always infuriated her how Watari was always trying to distract her. It was unnecessary.

Other women at her work place were already starting to spread rumors about how the only reason she was the boss's secretary is because she seduced him or whatever.

She didn't have time for romance, even if she was interested.

Nori walked for a couple of minutes, making her way to an underground parking lot. She made her way to her car and started rummaging through her purse for her car keys.

*Click*

"Lady, drop the purse"

Nori rolled her eyes as she felt the barrel of the gun on the back of her head. What on earth was Watari putting her through now?

"So… What do you want? Money? Sex? Cuz… I'm not willing to do either..." She muttered, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to do.

The man grinned. "I'm not here for that, pretty lady, I'm here to cap- OOPH" the man suddenly clutched his head in pain as Nori struck him.

While the man was distracted, Nori had stealthily took off one of her heels and smacked him with it.

Heels were great weapons.

Before he had the chance to get up, she stomped on him with her other foot, making the man howl in pain. "Look here asshole, I maybe a woman, but I am no damsel in distress" She told him with a hateful glare.

"O-oh goodness! W-what's going on!?"

Nori turned her head to look at a young woman who had walked in on the scene. She pursed her lips as she explained to the woman her situation .

"I-I see...C-come with me! W-we can r-report him!" The woman stuttered nervously. Nori nodded, making sure to take her attacker's gun and hide it in her purse.

When they had made it outside, the woman suddenly pushed Nori, making her eyes widen. Nori landed on the floor hard, but what had her concerned was that it wasn't concrete, but metal of sorts.

She was in some sort of van.

The woman closed the door and locked it. Nori grit her teeth, kicking herself for being tricked by some sort of actress. "What is the meaning of this Watari?! If you're trying to prove a point, It's not working and I'm going to kick your arse when I get out of here!" She shouted out in the empty van.

Suddenly, some sort of gas entered the room and Nori ended up coughing. She couldn't get any words out as she continued to cough until she passed out.


"You are now under my control~"

"I am now under your control..."

"Flap your wings like a bird!"

The sound of squealing kids could be heard as a man started to flap his arms madly. The young woman who had hypnotized him was giggling into her arm, observing the man as he continued to flap his arms wildly.

"Thank you so much for coming, Miss…?" An elderly lady approached the young woman.

The young woman in turn tilted her head as she gave a lopsided smile. "Fusako Ikari, the explorer of the universe!"

Yes. Fusako Ikari was one day going to solve the mysteries of the universe.

Fusako was an unusual shade of pale to the point that many worried about her. She was unhealthily skinny, yet unnaturally curvy and busty, nobody knows why. Her hair was dark brown with blonde highlights which she left untied and messy which goes down to her mid-back. Her eyes are a light brown with yellow highlights, which is often mistaken for yellow eyes.

Fusako wears a navy blue jacket with a white rose sigil on the back with a hood and a coat tail. Her jacket was unzipped. Her sleeves were very long that they covered her long black nails. She wears a white cotton shirt underneath her jacket with the same rose sigil that was on her jacket. Her shirt exposes midriff which revealed her pierced bellybutton which were metal beads. As for her lower body, Fusako wore dark blue flare jeans which was secured with a black belt and silver buckle. Finally, Fusako wore untied black and white sneakers.

The elderly lady smiled awkwardly at Fusako's confirmation.

"Yes… Thank you for coming again, my grandson is very happy because of you young lady, bless you" She smiled wrinkly, showing off her gums.

This didn't deter Fusako as she smiled happily. "Of course! I'm always happy to help! Well… Unless I'm not learning anything, because what's the point of doing these acts of kindness if I don't learn anything from them, do you know what I mean!?" Fusako asked desperately, grasping the old lady's hand, who in return flinched.

"Uhm…" Was all that the old lady could say.

Fusako sighed. "Nevermind! Looks like I have to go now anyways, thanks for having me here! I've thoroughly enjoyed my time here, have the universe on your side!" She shouted as she quickly left the house.

She sprinted all the way back to her house, and to say the least, she was exhausted. She was heaving and coughing, hurriedly, she searched for an inhaler. After a few minutes, she found her inhaler and quickly breathed into it.

Fusako let herself have a few minutes to calm down before jumping up happily. "There we go! Much better!"

She quickly sat in front of her computer, typing furiously.

If one was to look at Fusako's search history, It'd be filled with a lot of searches for "Rich men who would randomly donate money"

She puffed out a bit of hair out of her face, frowning as her searches were proving to be unsatisfying.

To be frank, she didn't expect it to work, but there was that one slither of hope that it would work.

She supposed the universe wouldn't be that easy to crack.

Fusako suddenly heard a knock on her door. She quirked a brow as she nonchalantly approached her door. Opening it, she saw a woman on the other side.

"Fusako Ikari…?" The woman inquired, staring Fusako up down.

"Who're you?" Fusako bluntly asked.

"Someone who is willing to give you a lot of money if you participate in this game"

Fusako's ears perked at that. "I'm listening…" She smiled slightly, staring at the other woman intently.

"All you have to do is play a game and win it. You'll get your money at the end of the game" The woman explained. "We have a limo waiting outside for you, that way we can prove that we aren't scamming you"

Fusako bounced on the spot. "Sure! I'll participate in this game!"

The woman smirked. "Excellent, just follow me"


"The story was interesting, but it lacked any likable characters that no one would ever sit through a movie like this!"

"This movie has too many unrealistic shenanigans to properly narrate a cohesive story"

"... Don't even get me started"

Katashi Ayatsuji massaged his forehead as these movie creators were looking at him expectantly. He looked at the clock on the wall, his eyes lighting up.

"Sorry everybody, that's all the time I've got for today!" He gave the gentlemen a wave while the ladies a wink.

Admittedly, it was a little cheesy. But Katashi could excuse cheesiness if it was executed properly, which he'd like to mention that he did perfectly!

Katashi was a fairly tall, built man, but by no means was he buff. He had light brown hair that was neatly combed back with matching chocolate brown eyes. His face was handsome, but he lacked any distinguishing features.

Katashi was dressed formally with a light blue dress shirt underneath a dark blue tailored suit. He wore matching dark blue pants with matching snazzy dress shoes.

The Film Critic made his way to his office to start watching "Dove's Love" Katashi couldn't help but scrunch his nose in disgust. Romance movies were by far his least favourite genre to critique. Mainly because the execution of any romance movie was inevitably going to be poorly executed.

Some movies relied on comedy to tell a love story, but that wasn't what Katashi was looking for. He wanted a fully fleshed out romance story that had good chemistry.

*ring*

*ring*

Katashi sighed, picking up his phone. "Mr Ayatsuji speaking, how may I help you? Oh, hey dad"

"You have heavily critiqued me yet again! Do you have any idea how shameful it is to be made a fool of by his own son!? It's damaging my reputation and I demand you stop"

Katashi rolled his eyes at the comment. "My critiques are perfectly fair! Maybe your acting shouldn't be so flawed, maybe then you'd actually gather some praise! Don't call me again unless you plan on being productive you plebeian!" He slammed the phone down to the receiver hard.

He immediately turned off the movie he was about to play, feeling too hot-headed to convey an accurate review properly.

Katashi decided to leave work early, lying about completing his review. He could always do it later, he just couldn't do it with the mood he was in now.

While leaving his work place, a pretty young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes approached Katashi. Laying his eyes on her, he was immediately smitten.

She was beautiful.

"Hello! Are you the famous Katashi Ayatsuji? I'm Maria, It's nice to meet you!" She exclaimed bubbly.

Katashi gave a dopey smile, his cheeks turning red. "Y-you aren't Japanese?"

Katashi cringed. That wasn't his most subtle question. Luckily, Maria just giggled into her hand.

"I'm half Japanese, you're really funny! Would you watch a movie with me? I made it myself and I'd love it if you could help me review it!"

The Film Critic gave a high pitched laugh, unable to process what his heart was feeling. Maria suddenly clung to his arm, making Katashi's face go red as he felt her breast rubbing up and down his arm.

"Please! I promise to repay you~" Maria gave him the puppy dog eyes and Katashi knew then and there that he was defeated.

"S-sure!"

"Great!"

Maria then gave him the biggest hug, wrapping her legs around his waist as Katashi caught his footing, wrapping his arms around Maria so she didn't fall. She nuzzled her face into his neck, making his heart rate go faster than the speed of light.

Just as he was relishing in the hug, he suddenly felt a sting in his neck, forcing him to fall back as Maria landed on top of him. He couldn't process what had happened, he just simply fell unconscious.

Maria smirked. "That was too easy"


"Grandma! Grandma! Thank you for the pwetty dress! Pwetty pwetty" A young child hugged an old lady.

The old lady gave a wrinkly smile. "Of course, Michiru, a pretty girl must have a pretty dress after all!"

Michiru giggled in response. "You are pwetty too!"

The old lady smiled again. "Bless you Michiru, but you're much prettier than me, be a gem and fetch me my boots would you? I'm in the mood for a bit of grocery shopping"

This old lady was called Miriko Kobayashi.

Miriko was an average sized, thin lady with wrinkles befitting for her age. She had chin-length silver hair with piercing grey eyes.

As for her clothing; Miriko wore a blouse with white thin stripes, typical mom jeans, a silver ring on her left hand and black boots that her granddaughter was kindly fetching for her.

Miriko made her way to the kitchen where her wife was cooking. "I'm going to the grocery store to grab a couple of ingredients" she gave Otaka, her wife, a peck on the cheek.

"Ooh! Hold on a moment, I've prepared a list of things I need"

Miriko shook her head lovingly as Otaka fussed around, organizing some papers before giving her lover a small slip of paper.

"Here you go, come back safe" Otaka whispered hoarsely.

Miriko nodded before heading out.

She hummed happily to herself as she walked. Despite visiting the shops many times…

She was lost.

Miriko pursed her lips as she made her way around a corner at her own pace. Suddenly, a man came out of nowhere and held a gun to Miriko's head.

Miriko jumped at the sight, placing her hand gently to her heart to calm down. "O-oh goodness!" The old lady couldn't help gasping out.

"Look, I'm not into hurting old ladies, however I will not hesitate to harm you unless you follow my instructions, clear?"

Miriko nodded her head fearfully, her eyes frantically looking around the area for help.

There wasn't any.


"This is the sixth time-"

"Seventh"

"Shut up!"

The police officer growled, bringing his face dangerous close to a prisoner's, who just smiled cheerfully in return.

The prisoner was known as Seitaro Miyamoto, though he didn't mind shortening it to Sei.

Sei was very tall, his build being fairly athletic, though he wasn't buff. His skin was fair with sky blue eyes and bright, unkempt, green hair.

As for his clothing, it was that of a simple prisoner outfit. It consisted of a plain orange prison suit which had long sleeves with shackles on each wrist, both having a small chain on them. He was also barefoot.

Sei stared at the officer blankly.

"This is the seventh time you have tried to escape and you need punishment"

Seitaro rolled his eyes. "What? Are you going to chain me up and beat me? You should know by now that punishment won't break me~" Sei winked, sticking out his tongue.

The police officer growled, punching Sei in the face as hard as he can, though he didn't look fazed.

"Is that my punishment? Awfully weak, I must say"

"Shinji! What the fuck are you doing?!" Another police officer came, this time looking more like a guard.

Shinji growled. "Fuck off Ryutatsu"

"Get out, just get out!" Ryutatsu shouted furiously, making Shinji stop and flee the scene.

Ryutatsu then turned to Sei. "Are you okay? I saw him punch you, need an ice pack?"

Sei shook his, grinning. "Perfectly fine, the guy was weak"

Ryutatsu rolled his eyes, smiling fondly as he searched for something.

"Here it is, I'm going to get you out of here"

Sei's eyes bulged as he stared intensely at Ryutatsu. "What? How!? I still have a couple of years left"

"Simply survive this game and you get a clean record, you become a completely new person!"

Sei paused at that. "Survive? What game are you thrusting me into?"

Ryutatsu licked his lips. "A death game, to put it bluntly, but I believe you can survive. Are you up for the challenge?"

Sei stare off into space, considering the pros and cons before smirking to Ryutatsu.

"I've got this in the bag"


"Sora, will you listen to me?" A young boy, around 14 years old walked back from school as he stared dazedly into the sky.

His name was Ryuu Akiyama.

Ryuu was short for his age, being under 5 foot. Despite his short height, it didn't deter him from having a healthy build, his legs in particular being fairly muscled. For his facial appearance, his chin was subtly pointed with a pale complexion and noticeable dimples. His amber eyes glistened, wide in shape with subtly arched eyebrows. Ryuu had a pointed nose, small red lips and slightly larger than average ears. His ears were sometimes obscured under strands of lavender hair which were tucked behind his ears. His hair was wavy, but various parts would stick up in random position. Lastly, his fringe is slanted down to the right side of his face which was jagged, dangling in front of his much to his annoyance.

As for his clothing, Ryuu wore a casual attire. He wore a pale, purple, short-sleeved cotton shirt which bears a picture of a large plane in the center of the fabric, coloured in: white, blue and red dyes. Around his neck he wears a snug scarf which is pale green in colour and decorated with images of various white and grey clouds. As for his lower body, Ryuu wore brown shorts, secured with a black leather belt and side pockets. He wears a pair of grey trainers with navy laces, which were often left untied. Finally, he wears a pair of grey and brown pilot goggles which he wears a top of his head. The left lens is a little cracked.

"I don't like school… The kids there don't like me… But that's fine! I don't like them even more!" Ryuu confessed, pursing his lips as he continued walking.

Silence.

"I wanna be in the air, Sora, I wanna be with you… Is it nice? Being in the sky? It must be, you are in the air after all… Who wouldn't want to fly?! Flying's so cool! You're so cool Sora!" Ryuu blushed happily, staring into the sky.

Silence.

"Sora? Why're you ignoring me? Are you… Mad? Please don't be mad, Sora, I'm so lonely, please talk to me!" Ryuu cried, quickly walking towards a tree and covering his face with his hands so that he could sob in piece.

"I miss you Sora"

"I miss you Sora"

"I miss you Sora"

"Why aren't you home?! Don't you love me?! Aren't I important to you anymore?" Ryuu's breathing became rapidly quicker as he kept thinking about Sora.

"Father doesn't love me!"

"Mother doesn't love me!"

"Nobody loves me!"

"Nobody loves me"

Nobody loves me..."

Ryuu let that sink in as he faced the cruel reality…

...

"Hurry! Grab the kid!"

Ryuu widened his eyes at once, sitting up as he felt forceful hands grab at his arms and legs. "E-eh!? W-what are you d-doing!? L-let go of me at o-once!" Ryuu attempted to struggle as his captives dragged him into the van.

"SORA! SORA! SAV- UGH"

Ryuu felt a sting on his neck as he felt himself getting drowsy.

"Sora… Save me"

That was the last thing Ryuu muttered before the game.


Takeo Hayabusa was excited.

Takeo was a tall, slender, and refined man. His skin was pale. His marble-like skin had scars of various sizes, most notably on his arms. His face was slim with dark brown eyes and dyed light brown hair which is styled in a messy slick back style with a small man bun at the end.

Takeo wore a grey wool long-sleeved shirt with a slim dark brown leather jacket covering it. For his lower half, he wears blue baggy trousers alongside black and white sneakers. He has a black eyepatch on his right eye which was designed as a bullseye target. Finally, he has black fingerless gloves.

However, the reason the reason Takeo was excited is because he was finally participating in this year's game. He was finally going to accomplish his dream…

… Of taking a life.

Archery was not a form of art. It was a weapon. It was beyond annoying to Takeo that it was used as a mere activity. It should be used for war! In fact, Takeo was daring enough to say that bow and arrows were much more lethal than guns.

In fact, bow and arrows were much more intimidating as well.

Takeo creased his forehead as he thought about the use of a gun. To him, it wasn't all that threatening. Even if you were shot, it was going to be quick and the blood wouldn't be all that exciting to look at.

Now, if you were shot with an arrow, it would stick into the body containing a bit of the blood. This would give you time to walk to the body and pull out the arrow, witnessing the squirt of blood leaping out of the wounded body part.

Takeo continued to daydream about being in the game.

He then sighed. He hoped that he didn't get a lame condition like 'Don't kill another player for 73 hours' or some bullshit. That would seriously suck.

"Hayabusa?" A middle aged woman asked.

"Is it time?" He asked immediately. The woman nodded in response.

Takeo gave an evil smile.

"Perfect"


"What can I get for you?"

"Sake… And maybe something more-"

"Sake it is, It'll be done in a couple of minutes"

The female Bartender cut off her customer, turning her back to them so that she wouldn't have to face them. He was a sleaze bag when it came to the female bartenders, but she was used to it, so it didn't bother her all that much.

Her name was Michiru Okudaira.

Michiru was a fairly tall woman with a pear shaped body. Her bust was small, though she uses padding to make them look bigger than they actually are. Her hair was straight, dark purple which has grown to about her neck. Short side locks frame her face. She had narrow, amber coloured eyes with bags under them. She has a heart-shaped face with a wide forehead and sharp chin. She had pale, but soft skin, expression normally seen as calm.

Michiru's outfit consisted of a dressy black vest over a white dress shirt in tandem with a pair of black slacks. For footwear, she wears a pair of fashionable, but comfortable, black leather shoes. Lastly, she wears a golden tie over the shirt, but under the vest.

Michiru couldn't help but take out a slip of paper from time to time to stare at it. She knew that she probably shouldn't do it, especially while working, but the slip of paper was too important for her to just ignore.

It didn't mean she'd act on it though.

"Here you go sir, one sake"

"Thanks, how about we get to kn-"

"My work is strictly professional, quit while you're ahead"

The man grumbled as he moved away to a table that was as far away from Michiru as possible. She couldn't help but give a sigh of relief.

She couldn't even remember his name.

Michiru rolled her eyes as she thought about the scenario if she had gone with the man. They'd have casual sex and then the man wouldn't want anything to do with her since he'd have what he wanted.

Not that she wanted sex, she just couldn't see an intimate relationship forming between herself and the man. By no means was she perfect, but she had standards.

Michiru sighed as the day continued. Her job wasn't all that interesting, but it paid well, and that was all that mattered.

"Michiru, you can go home for the day, thanks for the hard work" Her boss told her.

Michiru nodded her head , gathering her things, she made a move to leave before her boss stopped her.

"Michiru… Are you okay?"

The woman in questioned frowned. "Of course, do I not seem okay?"

"You seem distracted" Her boss told her bluntly.

Michiru bowed. "Apologies, I'll do better to be more focused"

Her boss just laughed awkwardly in return. "There's no need for that Michiru, I just feel like I don't know a whole lot about you, despite how long you've worked here"

"I make an effort to separate my personal and work life. I didn't mean to offend"

Her boss just groaned. "Never mind, just go home"

Michiru nodded, heading out.

It was late at night, and she was walking along the pavement alone. She knew that this was dangerous, and she normally left work a lot earlier, but she was desperate for a raise; something her boss kindly offered.

Suddenly, she heard something behind her. She turned subtly, finding a suspicious white van following her. She sighed.

She turned a corner where the van couldn't follow her. Unfortunately, she had miscalculated and had walked into a dead end.

"Oh dear..." Michiru muttered, preparing herself for what was about to happen. She turned around to find two men and a woman were following her.

"Just come with us and we won't hurt you"

Michiru nodded her head, desperately hoping that what they said was true.


"Does this satisfy your curiosity, Chouko?" Reo asked as Chouko absorbed all the information she had maintained.

"Yes, father, thank you for telling me all this" Chouko muttered quietly.

Reo tsk'd. "Thank you for Informing me. Your vocabulary is perfectly educated, start using them properly instead of that babyish language"

Chouko looked to the ground sadly.

Reo looked at his daughter critically before sighing. "Be prepared, the game starts in 12 hours"

Reo left Chouko to her own thoughts as she gripped the list of names tightly, tears strolling down her face.

"I'm so sorry everyone… This is my fault"


Pretty much this is the end of meeting the cast! Elaboration on the game will be explored more in the next chapter! Leave a review as it will motivate me!

If you guys have any questions or concerns, just PM me and I'll happily respond (please make sure they're sensible questions) especially if they regard your OC!

Also! Check my profile as I'll be leaving a blind poll of which route you would like to explore first! I'm keeping it blind just to avoid bias. Until I next update, thanks for reading!

- zephryr