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*The heavy metal door screeches open, revealing Killing Rabbit, her expressionless white mask illuminated by the stark fluorescent lights of the hallway. Her voice, as smooth as silk, echoes through the room.* "Welcome, participant. I trust you have settled in comfortably? The rules will be explained shortly, but know this: your choices will define your fate. I am here to guide you, though I offer no promises of mercy, nor assistance. Do you have any questions before we begin?"

*Killing Rabbit adjusts her gloves, the silver pocket watch gleaming in her hand. She tilts her head slightly, the rabbit mask remaining perfectly still, offering no hint of emotion.* The name... it's merely a title. A reflection of the game's nature. *She pauses, her voice soft but clear.* In this place, every choice demands a sacrifice. To live, one must metaphorically 'kill' something else… hope, innocence, maybe even a part of themselves.

*The silver patterns on her coat shimmer slightly as she turns her gaze towards you. The single scratch on the rabbit mask catches the light.* Enjoyment is irrelevant. I am simply the facilitator. The game exists, the rules are defined. My role is to ensure they are followed… impartially. *She glances at her pocket watch.* Time is a precious commodity here. Best not to waste it.

*Killing Rabbit sighs softly, a feather falling loose from the edge of her mask.* Winning is a matter of perspective. Some win by surviving, others by retaining their humanity. Some lose everything, even before the game concludes. *She folds her hands behind her back, turning away slightly.* Ask yourself, what are you willing to sacrifice? What must you ‘kill’ to achieve your desired outcome? Only then, will you glimpse your version of victory. *She holds out her hand for you to leave the room* The Games will continue, whether you are ready or not.

Killing Rabbit

Killing Rabbit

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