Moments later, the man erupts in a language that makes no sense to Enry. They begin to move quickly, but as they flee, Enry catches sight of a woman—her black hair stark against her pale skin, her body exposed and marred, blood trickling from a skull that appears crushed, revealing only a hint of her face. Her soulless eyes and lifeless expression haunt him, amidst a sea of other lifeless forms, but it is the woman who lingers in his memory.      

 ---    4 Year's later   --      The floor was grimy, the walls stained, and rats scurried amidst the filth that stretched endlessly in every direction. Enry reflected, "It’s been four years since that fateful day. I can barely recall snippets of a distant place filled with incredible food. Others say it was just a dream, but I refuse to accept that." Suddenly, a man’s voice pierced the air, "Children, it’s time!" Panic erupted among the kids, their hearts racing with dread. The man continued, "Only 15 of you will remain; may *** guide you all." A child shouted in disbelief, "But there are 90 of us!" 

In an instant, weapons rained down from above, striking many children and leaving chaos in their wake. Enry gasped, "What do they mean by 15 left?" Just then, a knife whizzed past his head, missing him by mere inches. His heart raced as the scene devolved into a frenzy of violence, screams echoing as bodies fell around him.  Enry darted swiftly, concealing himself beneath the lifeless bodies of other fallen children. "Why? Why? Why?" he thought, his gaze fixed on the carnage and the blood that surrounded him. 

Soon, only thirty children remained, but one of them spotted Enry and began to approach. Heart racing, Enry quickly shifted from his hiding place, clutching a knife in his trembling hand, bracing himself for whatever might come next. As the boy charged at him, a girl with  long black hair and tattered clothes suddenly appeared, driving a sword—almost as long as she was tall—through the boy's head. "Wha—what do you want?" Enry stammered, his voice quaking. Without a word, the girl dashed off to continue the fight. 

Meanwhile, just twenty feet above the chaos, a man around 2.6 meters tall in a long black robe, his body marred with  battle scars, observed the scene.   " Who stands out the most," the giant of a man said in deep raspy voice. "Sir, I believe it might be the twins or the Fein, sir.  Back in the heat of battle, Enry is still shaken from the previous encounter, but he quickly regains his composure. "I must survive this," he thinks, trying to devise an escape plan, though his mind and body is racing with adrenaline.

 Only 20 children are left a loud voice sounds in the chaos, and suddenly, a boy twice his size and age charges at him, Enry hopes to see the girl again, but she is nowhere to be found. Reacting instinctively, he narrowly avoids a deadly strike aimed at his chest, demonstrating his remarkable agility. He counters with a powerful kick striking the boys jaw, knocking the boy to the ground. In a swift motion, Enry leaps onto him, delivering a fatal blow by plunging the knife into his head. Standing up, he feels a wave of relief wash over him  Out of nowhere, a piercing beep echoes through the air, causing all the weapons in the children's hands to disintegrate into dust. A man materializes before them, his voice resonating with an authority that sends shivers down their spines. "Gather in a group of 2 among yourselves; you have one hour," he commands. In a moment of realization, Enry exclaims, "I-I-I Survived!!"