"Shit," he muttered, as he was ushered down the hallway. In front of him was a man, slightly overweight, but...The way he conducted himself seemed friendly. "Hey," he whispered towards the man. "You seem awfully calm..."

He didn't want to make enemies just yet. He didn't want to be targeted by anyone, but he knew that eventually it was going to happen. Eventually, they would all [i]die[/i], and the game would just continue. People were going to keep going on and on with the game, pretending that they enjoyed it but tossed and turned at night hoping that they wouldn't be the next contender. 

Shit, he was scared, he was terrified..."er...Watanabe, was it?" He asked. "...Have you got any plans?" He didn't need to clarify what he meant by plans. Any plans at this point were just plans to survive. And he knew he wasn't going to be able to if he was on his own.