(cont.) “I will have you know that you will receive no food for the next three days. So if you don’t eat, you would be running on a pack of gummies for 6 days straight in total. Keep that in mind.” They remarked, voice smooth despite the fact that they were threatening their victims to almost a week of no food. “This applies to everyone but the three who received strikes. For Clay, Mori and Arizona, please walk over to the man standing nearest to the hallway you walked down before. You’ll be taken to another location shortly after.” They added. The man in flannel, who was standing where the voice over the intercom described, stared out at the crowd of kidnapped individuals with a bored expression. “I also have another task, which is simple enough: to find a partner within your fellow peers. The next competition, we will be doing something a bit different… you will be performing a duet. So please, find a partner. From there, decide which song of either of yours you will be singing. Then visit one of my masked friends and pass on the information.” They instructed. “That is all. Have fun, everyone.” And with that the intercom system clicked off, leaving the 25 victims eyeing each-other hungrily. Who would get the four meals? Who would they partner up with? And most importantly… would they be able to manage to survive? —————————————————————————
