It was always a bittersweet feeling, seeing a new face at the campfire. On one hand, every new face that arrived brought a little bit of hope, whether it be a new attitude that'd reinforce our determination to hopefully leave this Godforsaken game and go back to our lives, or even a new skill that'll help us against the monsters that await us in whatever trial was lined up for us. On the other hand, it always pained me to hear about the life they were ripped away from, and it made me worry heavily about what monster was brought to this world alongside them.

I walked out of the fog and back to the campfire, being the lone survivor of my trial. I knew that Meg, Jane, and Quentin were going to arrive a little later. Still, I wanted to see them, just to see if they're okay.

I saw the group gathered on one side of the campfire, talking to each other. Or, rather, David and Feng were arguing back and forth while Dwight and Detective Tapp separated and the others looked on. However, on the other side was a new face. She looked at the group in confusion. I took in her clothes – the black pink biker get up and the goggles around her forehead.

She got another one, I thought to myself.

"Mr. Francis!" I sighed as I looked over at Nancy as she approached me with Steve. "You're back! Were you the only who survived?"

"A little Deliverance goes a long way," I said as I nodded. "And I thought I told you to just call me Adam."

"You did. It's still a force of habit."

"Clearly." I smiled in amusement before I looked over at the group. "What's with them?"

"Well, we got a new face in our nice little community," Steve said with a deadpan tone. "She doesn't speak English. Feng tried to speak to her in Chinese, but all she got was confused looks. David called her useless, and well, things got hella heated."

"I see." I looked at the new face again. I watched as she turned around, he her head moving left and right. She looked like she was taking in her surroundings. As she did so, she gave me a good view of the symbol on the back of her jacket – or rather, the kanji. I raised an eyebrow. "I wonder…" I looked at Nancy and Steve. "I'm going to try and talk to her."

"You think you can communicate with her?" Steve said.

"If that symbol on her back is a kanji, then she could be from Japan," I pointed out. "And if she is, then I should have no problem talking with her."

"I hope that is the case," Nancy said with a smile. "Good luck Mister…" She trailed off when I gave her a look. "Good luck, Adam."

I nodded before I walked over to her. During the short walk, I remembered the first day I was here, with Claudette being the first to greet me. I don't know why I was chosen, or why anyone else was chosen for that matter. All I knew was that this was going to be my life until we finally make it back home.

If we do.

I stopped a few feet of her, just in time for her to look at me. Her eyebrows were furrowed up. I saw her eyes shift as she looked me over.

"Konnichiwa," I said. Her eyes widened a bit.

"You speak Japanese?" she asked.

I nodded with a smile. "I do. I lived in Japan for quite a few years before I ended up here." I brought hand out towards her. "I'm Adam Francis."

She looked at my hand for a moment. She looked like she was debating on something. I figured she was wondering if she could trust me. After a while, she took my hand with a rather strong grip and gave it a firm shake.

"I'm Yui Kimura. Pleased to meet you." I nodded as I withdrew my hand. "So, what is this place? Why am I even here?"

I smiled sadly. "…Let's take a seat. It's a lot."

So we sat down on the log and talked. I explained everything to her as slowly as possible, much the same way that Dwight and Claudette explained it to me when I arrived in his hellhole. I knew it was a lot I was laying on her. By the time I was done, she had her elbows on her knees and her hands on her head as she stared at the ground. I didn't say anything. I waited for her to speak when she wanted to.

"…So… let me get this straight," she said slowly as she dropped her hands and looked over at me. "There's this… being… called The Entity.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"And she… or it… she grabbed every single one of us so we could go through different trials in different worlds… or realms… or whatever."

"Yes."

"And each time, we all have to work together, in randomly chosen teams of four, to power up five generators to power the exit gates so we can escape… only to end up back here again."

"Yes."

"And on top of all that, during each trial, there's a killer on the loose that tries to hook us so we can be sacrificed to this Entity. And if we do… we end up consumed… and then end up back here again."

"Yes."

Yui let loose a sigh. "This is just... weird."

"I know." I looked around at everyone in the camp. "Everyone here was just living their life until they were snatched away from our lives and brought here." I looked back at her. "Do you remember what you were doing before you got here?"

"…I was in a street race," she began. She paused. I saw her eyes studying me again. She then continued. "…I'm a motorcycle racer. The races I ride in... They aren't exactly sanctioned."

"I see," I said, no judgment in my voice.

"While I was running the race, I was really gunning it on my bike. I was leaving the others in the dust, too. And then, this fog appeared out of nowhere. I didn't think anything of it at first. But then, I found myself in some weird area. My bike was done for, and I ended up walking until I ended up here." She tilted her head. "How about you?"

"Me? I was in a middle of a train accident while I was on my way to work – I'm a teacher, you see." I shook my head. "I don't know what happened exactly. All I know is that I saw door flying towards the girl, and I put myself in the path so she wouldn't get hurt. I braced myself for impact, but then nothing happened. I opened my eyes and..." I waved my hand at this place.

"I see." She stood up. I watched as she cracked her back. "And how'd you end up in Japan?"

"I moved there after graduating from Kingston College in Jamaica and became a teacher." I stood up. "As you can guess, it was quite the transition."

"And everyone else?"

I looked at the others again. "We all came from different walks and have stories to tell from life before this. And we're together, united in the hope that, one day, we'll see the end of this, one way or another."

"So I can trust them?"

"All of them can be trusted," I replied reassuringly.

"Even the loudmouth?"

I looked over at David as he continued to argue with Feng. The former made a comment about how I was more help with Yui ("the new girl") than Feng. Feng responded by giving him a rather rude gesture while reminding him about how the last trial they were together in went.

"…David can be a bit… much," I said with a chuckle. "But, he really is a good guy underneath it all."

She nodded as she looked at everyone else. I went quiet – I could see the gears turning in her head. All the while, I was wondering what monstrosity The Entity brought along with her.

"So this is my new situation," she said. "…I guess I'm joining this fight." She looked at me. "Even though I don't have a choice otherwise."

I frowned. "I'm sorry, Kimura-san."

"Yui." She her smile shrunk a bit. "Just call me Yui. And it's not your fault. But, if I'm going to be doing this, I'll need a favor from you."

"What do you need me to do?" I asked.

"I need you to teach me English. If I'm going to work with the others, I'll need to be able to communicate them."

I nodded. "I can do that." I then beckoned to her. "Now come – there's a lot of people I need to introduce you, too."

I spent the rest of the time before the next trial introducing herself to everyone else, all while serving as her translator. And then, my next trial was up. As luck would have it, Yui was with me, as well as Steve and Nancy. I stepped up the campfire and, with my right hand held up a piece of washed fabric with a knot on each of its four corners. After getting a nod from the both of them, I turned to Yui.

"We got your back," I said.

Yui smiled. She then spoke slowly in English. "…I… got your backs… too."

I smiled back at her. I then tossed the piece of fabric into a fire. Meanwhile, Steve tossed in a jar full of salty lips while Nancy tossed in an ID badge.

And, as per usual, I waited as I clutched the toolbox in my hand.