POV ???:
A player ran down an abandoned street submerged in darkness, with only a few bumbling drunkards cheering in the tall surrounding buildings.
The dark stone that the street and the buildings along it were built made the night look even darker than it really was. The player ran faster and faster, occasionally glancing over his shoulder with fear in his eyes.
He wanted to shout and cry for help, yet the spell forcing his mouth shut didn't even budge, no matter how much he tried.
"Here you are... Sorry, but you will be late for your match." Figures in bland, dark clothes with hoods over their faces jumped from the roofs, landing all around him, their blades slightly glowing in the darkness.
"Hhgh!" He let out a muffled voice, his eyes wide in panic.
'Why? Why is this happening? Who is this doing?'
The next moment the weapons glinted and pierced through his body in multiple places, evil energy flowing through their blades, seeping into his muscles and veins.
Ding!
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