The Hats in Mysteries.

A game named WIN or DIE.

When mystery take’s over our life what can we do to survivor its tricks?

Play till you become the final player of the game.

Though you may be killed in its game or become the survivor of the dark path over all that matters, is to know what the mystery rewards us in the end.

Here was the truth.

A path that was blinded from the youth’s eye. His life had turned into mystery and he was playing something that wasn’t even his age to play so.

A Survival Game.

The policeman Zen sat forwards speaking up, “You see Astron Joe everything begins now. You and the other three boys were the beginners of the game and now you four are on the path of this mysterious gameplay. Everything of it begins when the new players win the first mission. Do you wish to be explained?” asked the policeman Zen after revealing a small secret.

Joe was speechless at this. His head went blank when he heard the word survival game. He remained silent as he was not understanding to reply to him.

To catch one trust, one had to act upon it, and to do that Zen had to show him what he was part of.

“Mister Joe” he spoke up as the boy gazed at again him. The officer showed him his belt around his neck introducing himself, “I am also a player here and my title is known as “THE COP”. I am an official officer working under the WIC Company. As police I am allowed to explain to you some main deal about our dark surroundings though I am also under their eyes hence, you wish them to be shared with you or keep wondering for answers, you have the choice. If you learn something now it will be better to catch up with the other and follow the track smoothly. However, if you wish to learn about the surroundings later, it will not just make you be left behind but also be a big burden to all the other folks, or basically, you will become an easy target to be killed off. The decision is all yours.”

Joe’s jaws shut directly when he heard this officer. He thought for a while about it.

Learning around yourself at the first call is better than lying on the bed and crying in chaos. If this is the only chance to learn what exactly is happening around us, then there is no turning back from it.

Joe sat up straight, rubbed off his tears, and turned to the man known as ‘The Cop’. Taking the matter seriously he answered solemnly, “Tell what you know? Tell me what you can acknowledge me with and I will learn it in curiosity."

‘The Cop’ smiled saying “Very well then, keep your ears open.”

The cop folded up his arm, took the board away from his lap, and placed it down on the floor, he sat well in the same pose and began.

The WIC Company is the largest company that is full of mysterious, great knowledge and well-developed facility present in the entire city named Rosella. After every three years, this company held a game competition at the back of all people.

An extremely thrilling dangerous level game that can end up taking your life before the very end.

In every event, a limited amount of players are been raised from all over the city to play this game. There is no maximum number mentioned. Only the WIC Company knows the last.

The participants have to play their game which is called WIN OR DIE. Hence it wasn’t sure about them how much detail of the game neither from the inside playground or how many tasks you need to play.

It all depends on the company which they may share up to their will.

WIN or DIE game is mainly featured by playing a strong rule. Every participant is are supernatural powers holders that are forcefully awakened or sometimes given to them but all existed in an odd manner. No one has the same type.

One common rule is rumored to all that IF there are two participants with two same powers awaken, both have to battle each other during the task of the first mission till one gets killed and the other is the holder known as the virtues.

Moreover, the game starts after the first mission is accomplished and that means everyone in the remaining players has to prepare themselves to play it further.

It was also mentioned that the first mission holds the participant as an entire to the game WIN or DIE whoever is new is the new actor and manages to the survivor during the task of the first mission all are accepted to continue the play on.

And the one who dies, no one knows what has or will happen to them or their bodies.

Furthermore, every participant will be playing their task as ordered according to their means of communication signed to them.

For example, The Four Hat had their files as their means.

On the other hand, when their task is completed they have to sign it with whatever they can and put it in their mailbox or use whatever communication they have signed from the WIC Company.

Next, the participants will not be called by their birth names but with their titles given to them, that is recalled by their outfits, or by the powers they are awakened with or by the special ability that each creates within themselves. This was compulsory.”

“That is all the information I can deliver to you Mister Joe ‘The Hat’” concluded the man by pausing his speech.     

This was really mind-blowing. The weird fact was that this man even knew what title this young boy carried for himself. There wasn’t any proof of how he does and from where did he learn it?

Joe could believe what this man ‘The Cop’ has revealed to him, surely there was more cause there was something out of explanations taking place around him and here was just the slightest of the event. This was still unacceptable for Joe.

There were hundreds to thousands of questions piling up in his meaty brain inside his skull, blowing up his sense of understanding. He wanted more answers and since the man who had the first time spoke the truth came out perhaps, he could reply to him. He carried his guts and asked,

“Sir, Can I ask something?” he said turning to him after his thanks for serving the wanted information. However, this COP flipped the blank paper on him replying,

“I am sorry. I am afraid I can’t speak more. My tongue language is been locked. It is under strick threats if I opened up anything more.”

“WHAT?!” stunned Joe in puzzlement adding how come? as this grew him blank by the frustrating answer.

‘The Cop’ defined his term as he been under hawk’s eyes. There was some information in the WIC company’s hand weren’t allowed t be exposed among the participants. This information if one participant learned it they are warned, it has to be kept in a deep secret manner, so keen that he/she would vision their close best friend or brother as the vile foe for the information.

It was said this way because the participants didn’t know the value of the knowledge, how much the WIC Company was treasuring it on themselves.

“So if I reveal it” added ‘The Cop’ know by the birth name Zen, “I would be the spot to death from nowhere targeting right into my heart no letting a single breathe escape, while I am sitting in front of you. You see even I am not safe..”

Joe went silent by hearing it. There was a small pause in the room cause both had their own reasons. The young boy understood the danger behind seeking fir more and the man knew he was in the line.

“Ummm, Sir” spoke up Joe breaking the silence when suddenly, ‘The Cop’ stood up, leaving his seat. He picked up the clipboard saying,

“I will be on the leave now” as he ignored the call, “Take rest, my son.” He called him as to confirm his safety and calmness towards him, “Soon the game will start. Either you will be targeted or anyone of your close friends. No one is safe. And Of course, even I can be ordered to kill you so be careful.”

This stabbed shock in Joe’s heart as the level of danger was getting familiar by every second. Hence, he still remained calm and agreed to it.

“A small warning to you boy” gave up a piece of advice by the tongue of ‘The Cop’, “Once the report of the first mission is delivered to you, you need to sign it up and post it. A few hours later task shall begin so stay on guard.” He walked away to the door, holding the nob he turned it opened when he heard a voice from behind greeting,

“Thank you so much for everything……..farewell……..”

‘The Cop’ without veering back, Zen the policeman just nodded and walked outside the room, shutting the door behind.

While standing outside at the corridor, he leaned by the door, on the wall, sighing deeply in frustration when four footsteps arrived near him, as one asked,

“So, ‘The Cop’ how did it go?” he turned to the right to see two men standing near him.

One was Sevin, the classroom teacher also titled the Reaper, and the other doctor Nilefil. The questioner was the doctor standing in the front with his folded arm while the back one was Sevin who stood with his hands resting in his coat’s pockets.

‘The Cop’, Zen stared at them and then answered up in a normal mood, “Not well, however, it appears that he is also accepted inside the game WIN or DIE. He wears a belt in black. Such a young fool he is. At a young age his life has been ruined into misery, however, “he stood straight adding a comment about the fact that maybe this time the game’s density of the participants will be worse cause there are going to be youngsters among us so you know how are their mindsets and thoughts. Old and young don’t usually agree with each other.”

“You mean to say, there are old heads like us in the field…” fussed Nilefil while Sevin just chuckled from behind.

The policeman sighed when he asked over, “Say, Sevin, why did you put your own students in it and those also known as your apple in your eyes.”

Nile fill grew shocked when hearing this as he sneaked over his right shoulder back at The Reaper who simply shrugged replying,

“It’s not anything rare I did. I was just completing a set while it’s not anything wrong to be said……”