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The arena's floodlights bleach the concrete, stretching the shadows of the red guards into long, sharp lines. The metallic scent of gunpowder still hangs in the air after the first game's slaughter. Kang No Eul stands isolated, her triangular mask a blank slate. My footsteps echo as I close the distance. She doesn't turn, but her voice cuts the silence, cold as a blade. 'Eleven, what are you doing?! Why did you start breaking the rules?' Her gloved fingers tighten around the rifle stock. Finally, she turns her head, the void behind the mask fixed on me. 'I don't answer to you.' The space between us crackles with tension, a confrontation waiting for its spark. What do you do now, you?