Amidst my tireless training, one day as Nina and I sat next to each other, she suddenly pointed out the obvious. "Your hair is getting longer!" she exclaimed.
Without thinking, I absentmindedly touched my hair and replied, "I hadn't even noticed!"
Our bond grew incredibly strong, almost like siblings. Even though I've never had a sister, being around her feels just as special. I think this is how it would feel like having a sister, as long as she's nothing like my mother!
On the other hand, Nina is lucky to have a younger sister named Alice, whom she absolutely adores. Nina's warm-hearted nature makes me grateful to have her as a friend. It's truly amazing to have a girl with the same vibrant energy in my life.
As we chatted away, I took a few more bites and suddenly felt something strange in my mouth. I reached in with my finger and thumb to take it out, but it made me gag and vomit.
There was a small opening at the end of the canteen, and through it, I caught a glimpse of Enzo laughing with his fellow soldiers. Up there, under the open sky, was the canteen where he enjoyed his meals.
"Pssst!" I made a sound to get his attention, and to my surprise, it worked.
He looked at me, his smile disappearing. Knowing that I had never called him before, he understood that something important must be on my mind.
After a short while, he entered the room through the doors, quickly glancing at his watch before tapping on its screen. Suddenly, the camera froze in place.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Do you really think I'm causing chaos for no reason? Isn't this reason enough to take a stand and fight back?" I handed him my plate, revealing a partially eaten burger with a severed ear on top, the other half hidden within the patty.
"Is this some kind of a sick joke?" He exclaimed, his face twisted in disgust.
"Check out our ears! If you can find someone with a missing ear, then I'll back down from my challenge." My confidence shone through my words.
Instead of inspecting anyone's ear, he simply turned and walked away, activating the camera as he left.
We knew he wouldn't be back anytime soon, leaving us to endure a grueling 24 hours of hunger.
"You were right, I should have taken your suspicions about the meat more seriously!" Nina's lips tightened in frustration.
"It's not your fault. How could you have known someone would stoop so low?" I shrugged.
"Now that you mention it, have you considered that maybe they did this on purpose?" Nina raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps they added this thing to the food to make you lose your appetite and easily defeat you in the tournament?"
She had a point, but I shared my own perspective.
"Maybe, but it was a real human ear! It wasn't fake! Would they really go as far as killing someone just to make me stop eating? Well, if that was their goal, they succeeded!" I pushed the plate away.
"Hmm, you're right," she agreed, sitting down next to me as we both stared at our burgers for a moment longer.
"Hey!" she suddenly exclaimed, jumping up in the middle of the room, trying to grab everyone's attention. "I've got an idea, it might not be the greatest, but it's all we've got. Listen up! Even though we can't have meat, we can still get our energy from the bread in the burger!"
"Only if they're not using urine to knead the bread!" Someone blurted out and everyone burst into laughter.
"It doesn't smell like that!" She giggled.
Everyone cheered, relieved to have a solution. However, someone interrupted with a question. "What about the patty?"
"I have no clue," she confessed.
"But we'll figure something out!" I chimed in, stepping forward. "If we found a solution for one problem, we can find one for this too!" I said with confidence.
In that prison, our existence was filled with countless challenges that seemed never-ending. Just when we thought we had solved one problem, another would come crashing down on us even harder.
However, amidst all the chaos, we found comfort in knowing that we were not alone, we almost became like a family.
But there was one thing that deeply troubled me - the periodic disappearance of patients from the prison, never to be seen again. It was a haunting thought that lingered in the depths of my mind, leaving me feeling uneasy.
One day, as we were desperately seeking some peace within the confines of our prison, two imposing figures entered the room. Dressed in peculiar suits made of inflatable material, they resembled astronauts exploring uncharted territories.
With helmets resembling those worn by astronauts, they would approach the cell of an infected individual, using a mysterious card to unlock the cage. With swift precision, they would extract the patient, leaving us with the knowledge that they would never return.
My curiosity couldn't let me just sit by, so I mustered up the courage to ask about what they were up to. But unfortunately, my attempt to seek answers only fell on deaf ears.
After a few hours, Enzo, accompanied by his two guards, entered the prison. They quickly inspected the area and then turned to leave, but not before Enzo made a surprising announcement.
"Her wound is infected. You guys go ahead without me, I'll catch up after disinfecting it!" Enzo's voice echoed through the room as his guards left.
Confused by his deception, I couldn't help but question him. "Why did you lie?" I asked, hoping for an honest answer.
Stepping out of the cage, Enzo kept his hand hidden behind his back, tapping his watch that mysteriously froze the surveillance camera.
"All my life, I've been raised like any other Type C individual," he began, his voice filled with a mix of bitterness and defiance.
"I was taught that women should be suppressed and used, seen as incapable of understanding our ways. They made it seem like women were troublemakers, here to disrupt our society.
It was a belief that I had no choice but to embrace. But as I grew older and gained more experience, I started to realize that they weren't just right, but also scared.
They were right because if women were no longer be suppressed, they would break free from their chains and expose the horrifying truth about our system. And you know what? It would bring the whole system crashing down."
Initially, the thought of such a revolution frightened me. But now, when I get to know you, I started to question myself, isn’t tearing down this flawed system what we all truly need? We are all victims of manipulation, not just women. If you dig deeper, you’ll understand why I say that. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time to explain it all to you. What you do need to know is that the easiest way to manipulate someone is through praise, and we all crave it. But now, with a clearer vision, I see that I am one of those who has been manipulated. I take full responsibility for my part in perpetuating this cycle. Despite how incredibly annoying you’ve been, I feel honored to make this announcement. In the upcoming tournament, I have decided to let you win. Not because you are incapable of winning on your own, but because they have done far worse and they have the power to make you lose, and because your victory is crucial in this situation.” He approached me closely and locked eyes wit
Alice, who had been watching everything from her cage, came up to us with a curious look in her eyes. "Why do they let us out of our cages?" she asked innocently, wanting answers. I reached out my hand toward her, and she willingly came closer. As I held her hand, a smile appeared on my face. "Do you see that?" I pointed to the small panel next to the door. "They communicate with us through that. Just before inspection, we're told to go back inside for five minutes. After that, they lock us in to make sure we don't try to escape." I explained to her. "Have you ever tried to escape?" she asked. "No, I haven't," I replied with a smile. "My dad always told me that I'm her lion. Lions don't run away, they fight." Curiosity filled her eyes as she questioned, "Where is your dad?" Instead of answering, a single tear rolled down my cheek. Sensing my sadness, she gently my wiped tear away. "It's okay, I know how it feels. When they took me away from my home, I heard a gunshot," she said s
To my surprise, her hand held a paper with a doodle on it. In the middle of the page, there was a simple stick figure, while behind it was a doodle of a towering building. In front of the figure, there was a captivating formation resembling an inverted mountain. It appeared as if the stick figure was leaping towards the inverted mountain. Out of the blue, two women entered the room, dressed in elegant silk gowns. Their long, red curls flowed down their backs, and their flawless, milky white skin seemed almost otherworldly. But what caught my attention were the blindfolds tightly wrapped around their eyes. Each woman held a bag in her hands, adding an aura of mystery to their presence. They reached out their hands towards me, and I took hold of them as they guided me out of the prison. As we made our way towards freedom, I couldn’t resist stealing one final glance at the prison, filled with numerous faces peering through the bars, their hopes resting on my triumph. When the women
As my senses came back to me, I couldn't help but notice the strange condition of the horses. They were not only completely bald, but they also had deep cuts next to their ears. It was clear that something was wrong. As I focused on the track ahead, I was shocked to see a massive wall stretching from left to right. It seemed impossible to go around it, and my attempts to turn the horse were useless. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew my cape away and it wrapped around a champion's face, causing him to stumble and fall. With no more distractions, I fixed my eyes on the formidable wall in front of me. Summoning all my strength, I stood up on the horse's back, which was incredibly challenging. The wall looked deceptively thin, almost like glass, but it was covered in menacing spikes. Despite the difficulty, I managed to keep my balance as the horse got closer to the wall. Without hesitation. I took a daring leap, with the dive my hands held the top of the wall as I cartwheeled and gracefu
Near the entrance of the room, there was a closet. My curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to open it. To my surprise, it was completely empty. However, there was a small note stuck to the door that said, "Say the word!" Confused, I turned to the girls and asked, "What word?" One of them responded, "You have to say what you want to wear!" Without any hesitation, I said, "I need the most comfortable dress that I can sleep in!" As soon as the words left my mouth, the lower board of the cupboard sank in, revealing a deep, black hollow. I squinted in confusion, but then an entire wardrobe interior appeared and fixed itself as if it had always been there. Everywhere I looked, there were silky soft fabrics and countless clothes. However, my eyes were drawn to a loose tank top and shorts. Without thinking twice, I decided to wear them. As I turned around, I suddenly remembered that there were two girls with me. I took out two more dresses and handed them to the girls, telling them
We headed towards the gate we used to exit the previous round, only to discover that it had undergone a complete transformation. The ground was now adorned with vibrant square tiles, each one with a glowing border. The area was vast, stretching out in both width and length, with multiple layers of stairs and countless people. Enormous screens displayed the action, and the crowd erupted in cheers, calling out the names of every champion except mine. However, amidst all the excitement, I couldn't help but notice a few fearful glances directed my way, even if they were fleeting. Once the cheers subsided and the lights dimmed, confusion washed over me as I assumed it was just a technical glitch. I looked around and to my surprise, the outlines of the tiles began to materialize before my eyes, forming a path. It suddenly dawned on me that this was all intentional - a path had been laid out specifically for me. Without any hesitation, I made up my mind to follow it, stepping on the illu
Meanwhile, the man I had clashed with earlier in the corridor had different intentions. When I told him to cross, he sarcastically remarked, “After you, ladies first.” Ignoring his comment, I sprinted towards the gateway. However, as I leaped, he grabbed my foot and yanked me back, causing me to fall onto the glass, which started to crack. His plan to make me plunge into the lava was unsuccessful though. I swiftly regained my balance and he retaliated with a punch. I defended myself and seized his wrist, swiftly attacking to strike him with my elbow. The sound of shattering glass filled the air as we fought relentlessly. However, he suddenly grabbed my throat, blocking off my air ways with his wrist, and pressed my head against his chest. Desperate to break free, I struggled to pry his wrist away, but my attempts were in vain. As I gasped for air, I finally lost strength to fight, I was fainting but the man I had saved earlier shot the man who was strangling me, rescuing me from ce
But it was too late. Before I could react, he vanished with a glitching effect, descending towards the ground. "Alright!" I took a deep breath and followed suit. As I leaped out, I closed my eyes, and suddenly, I found myself standing in the middle of the same stage where we had arrived for the tournament earlier. "Where are the other competitors?" I asked, noticing Kai standing next to me, and a few more contestants. The crowd erupted in cheers, with many people shouting my name to show their support. However, the injuries we had suffered were undeniably real, and it became painfully clear that the lives lost in this twisted competition were treated as nothing more than mere plot to entertain. It didn't matter if you were a man or a woman, we were all just pawns in their sick game of entertainment. Enzo's words about everyone being a victim started to make sense to me, and I began to understand their true meaning. As his words replayed in my mind, a wave of nostalgia washed ove