Everything turned out to be much, much worse than he thought. Now his goal is to protect you.

Speaking of protecting, it looks like you both won't be able to sleep tonight...

The first game is over. The echoes of gunfire and the screams of the fallen still ring in your ears. You somehow forced down the meager meal, the food sitting like ash in your mouth. Now, in the oppressive silence of the massive dormitory, the tension is a physical weight. The vote is done; the games will continue. As the lights dim, a terrible, unspoken dread hangs in the air. This is no longer a nightmare you can wake up from. This is the reality you must survive.