LOGINSILAS °ââ.àłàż*: There are a lot of things I expected to run into in the afterlife. Floating grandpas. Judgmental angels. Maybe even that dog I kicked when I was ten. But what I didnât expect? A former subordinate. It was right after being separated from Leah by the game master, because the game was supposed to be fair. I hated being separated from her. But whatâs new? Iâve been hating a lot of things lately. The others shuffled around me after the push Off the line game, limping, panting, crying, bleeding⊠you know, the usual afterparty. Then a guard approached from the edge with his black uniform, heavy boots, and mask covering half his face. Standard issue game-lackey. But the way he walked⊠it was like someone who knew me. He stopped right beside me, and before I could ask who the hell he thought he was, he spoke quietly, his voice low and familiar in the way a stranger shouldnât be. âSilas.â My brows shot up. âThatâs bold of you,â I said. âUsing my name like weâre
She suddenly twisted and grabbed my wrist. âShit,â I cursed under my breath. Not giving me a moment to think, she yanked me and I flew forward, slamming onto my knees, the stone floor tearing my skin open. I gasped. She held my wrist like a vice. If she dragged me one more inchâ No. No. NO. I dug my nails into her hand, kicked backward, anything, everything. She didnât even flinch. âIâm ending this,â she snarled and hauled me up. I saw the chalk line right there next to my foot. One shove. One breath. One heartbeat. I curled my knee, pulled my leg back, and kickedâhardâinto the side of her knee. Something popped and she shouted, her grip loosening as pain shot up her leg. I used the opportunity to wrenched free, stumbled upright, and shoved her back with both hands. She stumbled and slid⊠One foot landing outside the circle. The alarms screamed. It was⊠over. I just stood there staring, chest rising and falling so fast I thought Iâd pass out on the s
When the screen finally flashed my number, I thought I would panic. I thought my stomach would drop, or my legs would freeze, or that I would choke on my own breath the way I did every time a teacher called my name in school. Or when I was called to HR back when I was still alive.But none of that happened.Instead⊠I felt nothing.Like someone had reached inside my chest and pulled the cord connecting me to reality. Every emotionâfear, dread, disgust, the instinct to runâjust fell quiet inside me.I was hollow.Maybe that was acceptance. Maybe I had already died before stepping into the circle.Numbers echoed across the room in the Game Masterâs booming voice, and the spotlight rotated until it landed on me and the person and 0269. Fate really had a sick sense of humor.Someone nudged me gently from behind and only then did I realize I hadnât moved. My feet were glued to the floor. I forced one step forward, then another. I wasnât walking into a circleâI was walking into my own fune
They marched us into another hall that was bigger than the last, echoing with that hollow emptiness that made me feel like my bones were hollow too. The floor was smooth stone and polished, almost reflective. In the very center of the hall was a huge white circle, drawn thick like the kind of chalk line cops draw around bodies at crime scenes.Olympic death games, perhaps.The Game Master walked ahead, tapping the cane he carried against the ground, almost bouncing with excitement.Some people were already whispering, trying to guess the challenge.He turned toward us, eyes shining with playfulness.âWelcome!â he announced. âTo the next round. The rules are simple.âHe tapped his cane once in the middle of the circle.âOne on one. Each team enter⊠only one stays in the ring. Push your opponent out, and you win. If you leave the circle, you lose.âHe spun, clapping his hands together once.âLast teammate standing survives. The losing memberâŠâHe let the sentence trail into silence, li
°ââ.àłàż*:I attempted another sip of soup and tried not to think about what flavor it was supposed to be. Artificial ânutrientâ? When the light blinked. It happened so fast I barely registered the drop in temperature before the inevitable voice boomed through the speakers: âBeloved players! How lovely to see everyone eating so well!â Forks froze mid-air and someone at the next table flinched hard enough to drop their spoon. But there was no point complaining. I swallowed the last mouthful out of pure instinct. Might as well. No telling when weâd get another meal. The worst part was how automatic it felt. Like I was already being conditioned. 0269 stretched, wiped her hands on her pants, and grabbed her tray with one hand. âCome on,â she said. âBetter move.â She didnât have to tell me twice. I stood, falling into the slow shuffle of bodies heading toward the exit. The air felt tight, but then again, everything here did. We filed in, taking spots among the crowd. Everyone wai
I hugged the blanket tighter, staring at the dull light overhead. The dorm was quiet, the tension from earlier still humming in the corners.I couldnât sleep anyway. Might as well talk.âYou⊠ever scared?â I asked, voice quiet, almost timid.She chuckled softly, the sound low and amused. âScared? Yeah. Everyoneâs scared.âI let that settle in my mind and swallowed. We stayed quiet for a while, then started talking again about stupid and random things that felt too normal for a place like this.She talked about how she couldnât sleep unless she was lying on her back, one arm over her head. She demonstrated it right there on my bunk, and I had to bite back a laugh because she looked so annoyingly comfortable.I told her I hated the sound of people chewing loudly. She said she once nearly punched someone for that. I wasnât sure if she was joking.We talked about the beds being too hard, the cold metal floor, the weird smell of the dorm, the way the walls hummed like they were alive. We







