*Mika's point of view*

Sitting at a table in the Games' Hall, minding my own business. When was this table placed here?

"Oi, Mika!"

Groaning, I slowly turned around and faced Vancha March - who was grinning like a idiot. He was sitting in a circle with others, doing who-knows-what. "What?" I snapped. Vancha's grin grew bigger, if that was even possible. He pointed to a near-by storage closet.

"Get in there with Darren," Vancha simply said.I saw Larten face-palm, while Darren trembled.

"Why the hell should I?" I growled, glaring at him. Being Vancha, he didn't notice my glare, so his grin still grew.

"We're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. Now get goin'!" I stomped over to their little circle.

"I refuse to play such immature games," I sneered, noticing Larten's blush. But Darren looked relived.

"Why don't you get Arrow, then?" Vancha called as I left the Hell. 'I guess I could..." I thought as I made my way to the Hall of Princes. Luckily, I ran into Arrow on the way there.

"Vancha wants you in the Games' Hall," I grunted, walking by him. He looked a bit surprised, but nonetheless, he headed to the Games' Hall.

*Arrow's Point of View*

Why the hell do they need me in the Games' Hall? I wondered as I entered the Gaming Hall. There was a group of vampires (And Harkat) huddled in a circle on the floor. Really, it looked a bit childish. "Mika told me to come here. What are you guys doing?"

"We're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven!" Gavner exclaimed.

"But why do you need me?" I had a bad feeling about this.

"It's a long story. Bottom line is you have to go in a closet with Darren for seven minutes!" Vancha explained. He was now standing by the closet, holding the door open.

"B-But," Darren stuttered, "I don't want to go in the closet... No offence."

Okay then. "I respect that decision," I declared.

"Rather you go in with Arrow, you choose someone else, Darren," Larten said. Arra was clinging to his side, much to Larten's pleasure.

"Can't I just go in with someone else?" I suggested.

"T-That works!" Darren suddenly shrieked.

"Ooh! Ooh! Let me go in! I haven't gone yet!" Vancha yelled.

"...Okay..." I don't want to know what's going through his head.

Vancha dashed into the closet, me following. When in, I closed the door.

"Let's have a contest!" Vancha said, leaning closer to me.

"What kind of contest?" I suspiciously asked.

"Well..."

*Larten's Point of View*

How long have we been playing this game? Who knows...

Everyone was quietly chatting with the people next to them. I, on the other hand, was freely talking with Arra. Then suddenly -

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