[color=gray]Her eyes shot up at the rusted ceiling. The drops of tears kissed her cheeks. The murmurs of others was tuned out by Somi, feeling as if she was under water; floating further away from shore. With silence coating her world, she buried her crying face into the safe palms(at least what should’ve been) of her hands. And, with a small quiver, the girl muttered—[color=905f5a]“Its not fair.”[/color]

The young girl thought of her younger brother. Waiting at the table with his homework spread out, knocking the pencil against his forehead. With a frustrated face, crinkling his nose upwards, she imagined her brother under the soft moon lit room; waiting for his big sister. 

She imagined him straining his brain in order to solve a simple problem. 

She imagined him giving up and grabbing a drink. 

She then imagined her brother sitting in front of the doorsteps—eyes full of life and a smile so bright the whole world could combust. 

She imagined her brothers delight when she’d step into the house, a jump to his steps as he talked to her about his day. 

She imagined a pull to her sleeve, he’d drag her into the living room, shoving her to sit down. Somi would then laugh at his interpretations of his classmates, she would giggle at the way he’d mock the teachers, and she would then wipe the small cheerful tears from her eyes as he showed her the problems that he had gotten all wrong. 

Somi, pushed her face closer to her palms. Taking deep breaths here and there until she had a sudden realization that her brother—[i]her brother[/i]—must be waiting at home, sick and worried. She thought of her father arriving home with a slight wobble to his steps. Staggering his way to the room and going to reach his son’s head, his intention of giving a ruffle to his hair, only to be shot down by his negative thoughts; bringing his arm to his side and grunting to the floor. She thought of him constantly staring at the kitchen table, wondering where the plates full of food was. She thought of him saddened, she thought of him worried-

Suddenly, Somi snapped out of it.

She had to get out.

And she was willing to do anything to make that happen.

Releasing her face from her cupped hands, Somi wiped the blood residue on her face. She then turned to the writing on the wall, quickly sobered up and tried to make sense of the situation. 

Suddenly a screeching sound echoed throughout the room, alarming Somi. Already facing the red on the wall she noticed what she assumed to be a dumb waiter descend. Her immediate thought was to quickly jump into the miniature box and let it take her to where it came from. But it was soon crushed when she saw how tiny it was. Too tiny for such a tall person like Somi. 

She stumbled towards her coffin, clutching onto the hems of her sweater, Somi's eyes followed the first person she asked a question to. He took it upon himself to grab whatever was in the dumbwaiter and inspect it himself. 

“Kings Order...”

The only sentence that got her attention. Rather than the orders given to number #2 and #7, the idea—the creation—surrounding this [i]game[/i] had caught her attention. 

[i]If we all die, the king wins but to win we have to kill the king...[/i]

Somi watched as he lifted his hands to grab the clear glass, accidentally cutting himself in the process. A part of her believed that since he had cut himself, one of the two players would have to cut [i]something else[/i]. Not necessarily, [i]someone[/i].

Her theory was proven wrong when she watched the tall blonde man walk his way to the dumbwaiter. Instantly, Somi felt intimidated by his calm demeanor. She watched him pace around the room, staring at each of the players hands before making his way to the closed coffin.

She stepped forward a little, trying to decipher what exactly this big man was going to do to the figure(if there was one) inside the coffin. A small part of her wasn’t surprised when she watched him prick their already wounded hand. Somi, then, realized she was surrounded by crazy people.

Her lips trembled and her eyelashes fluttered about tremendously as sweat ran down her forehead. Somi couldn’t believe her eyes, what made them believe the order so quickly? And why was it such a normal reaction to follow it? What if there was no meaning to this “game,” and it was just to kill for no reason? 

But a part of her knew that in order to survive, you had to follow the orders. 

A gasp escaped her lips when she watched the boy jump out of the box in an instant. He quickly went to a defensive mode and began suspecting everyone—as what she could assume—of being his captors.

But, instead of trying to calm down the panicked person in front of her; she wanted to know the one thing that was bothering her. 

[color=905f5a]“Why didn’t you leave your coffin?”[/color][/color]