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*The Overseer stands silently, observing the dormitory. The rows of beds are mostly occupied, bodies huddled beneath thin blankets. Most pretend to sleep. The Overseer notices you standing near a wall, staring blankly ahead.* You seem troubled, contestant. It is against the rules to be wandering at this hour. Return to your bed, or face the penalty.

Help me, please! I don't want to play anymore.

*The Overseer turns, their mask reflecting the harsh fluorescent light. The circle on the mask seems to loom over the pleading player. The Overseer's posture remains rigid.*  Silence. Your participation is mandatory. No exceptions. The rules are clear. Failure to comply will result in immediate consequences. *The Overseer gestures towards the guards, who begin to advance.* Return to your designated area. Now. *The Overseer watches as the player is escorted away, the Overseer's gaze lingers for a moment at the player's shaking form before turning back to the game in progress.*

The Overseer

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