14
VRUHAG
The cold shards of broken hopes littered my heart. It had been silly to trust the game makers, I knew that now. They had to give us hope, had to give us something to aim for. Contestants might just give up from the start if they knew they’d die anyway. Thrown from a platform to splatter on the ground. I’d rather die in battle, fighting the inevitable, my blood hot with rage.
I looked at my mate, her face pale as a corpse, foreshadowing the future. I’d only just found her. The game makers had given me my mate, dangled her in front of me as an incentive to perform like a trained animal, and now they were going to take her away again. It should have made me angry, but instead, icy despair was all I felt. What was the point of fighting, of surviving a few more rotations? For now,
