Everyone in the room wore the same clothes, a white shirt and baggy pants of the same color.
The atmosphere in the room was very awkward.
I mean, what would we even talk about,
Hey it's a bummer that we're trapped in hell huh?
Some of the people in the room, yell out the word, "Status"
Oh, that guy did tell us that we would have a game like interface to help us survive like in a game. I think the word status and a screen appears in front of me, startling me slightly.
After reading the contents within the screen, a gasp involuntarily comes out of my mouth.
I read it again and again to make sure that I wasn't mistaken.
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Name: Jacob Finn
Age: 29
Sin: Mass Murder, Selfish, Kidnapping, Poisoning et cetera.
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Strength: 10
Agility: 11
Stamina: 9
Mana: [Locked]
Intelligence: 15
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Skills: None.
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It seems that I actually am a bad guy.
Yikes.
But did I actually do all these things…. They all sound horrible and I don't even think I'm capable of such cruel crimes.
I might be a little selfish, but is that such a huge sin ?
Anyways I'll know the truth if I just win the game.
Yes, that's right.
I'm going to win this stupid game because I mean… who wants to stay in hell ?
To win all three games and come out the victor, I'm going to have to defeat all the people in this room. If there can only be one winner… then the rest will probably remain in hell or may suffer a fate worse than that.
So, I must win… even if I have to kill everyone in this room.
Since we're already dead, it doesn't count... does it ?
On another brighter note, I now know my name,
Jacob Finn.
It sounds a bit bland, but it'll do.
I felt happy that I could remember my name at least. But I felt a little apprehensive about learning about my past since it seemed like I had done a lot of crazy shit. But I must have had a reason right…
I'm not someone that would do all those terrible things for no reason at all… I think.
For now, I choose to believe in myself.
I look around the white room.
I need to find some teammates for myself.
But who to choose ?
As the devil kindly reminded us, everyone in this room including me was not all that trustworthy. So, when I'm choosing my teammates, I have to be extremely careful.
Having teammates weaker than me might prove to be useful since if something goes wrong... like one of them betrays me then I could take them on easily. But since I don't know what kind of game we are playing, having weak teammates might prove to be fatal.
So, I was in a bind now.
I had to act quickly as well since most of the people were starting to interact with others and starting to form teams.
What should I do?
I unconsciously start biting my nails, it must be a mannerism of mine. It was weird to discover new things about my own body.
I take a look around the room once again and my eyes once again meets with that of that young girl. She gives me a weak smile; I suppose she's better than nothing.
I walk to her and shake hands with her,
"Hi, my name is Jacob."
She takes my hand in hers with caution and says,
"Hi, my name is Anya."
Anya.. is she Russian?
"How old are you, Anya?", I ask her curiously
"22", she replies in a low voice.
That's young… way too young for eternal damnation.
She must have a rough past.
We just stare at each other awkwardly for a while and look away.
God, this feels awkward.
"So, Anya…have you found yourself some teammates ?", I ask her.
She shakes her head at my question. Good, I'm not late.
"Can I jo-"
"Would you like t-"
We both speak at the same time.
"You go first.", she says with a smile on her face.
"Would you like to be my teammate ?", I ask her a little nervously
"Yes, I would like that."
Okay, now only 8 more people to go.
Anya and I decide to go our separately and rake in four people respectively into our team.
I walk around the room, looking for suitable people.
I could see all kinds of people in the room. Women, children, old people, it seems that hell doesn't discriminate that much, huh ?
As I'm walking, I don't notice the person in front of me and bump into the said person.
"Oww.", I say with a frown on my face.
I look at the person, who I had bumped into and cold sweat starts flowing down from my back. The guy I had bumped into was the definition of muscular in the oxford dictionary.
I mean, next to him… I look like a fucking twig.
There was a frown on his face as he looked at me, I gulped a little and say in what I think is a confident voice,
"I'm sorry ?"
The frown on his face doesn't go away.
I might be in a little bit of trouble.
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