This was truly like hell, wasn't it? When Guest 1337 had been suddenly transported into this strange realm, forced into rounds whenever he'd have to fight for survival against some monstrosity over and over again. And he'd die, but come right back, all that together with 10 other people just as unfortunate as him.

But there was one person, the youngest one of the group, even if they insisted on being able to handle themselves, the group, consisting mostly of full grown men, obviously prioritized the safety of the younger ones.

Right now, at the cabin, no round taking place any time soon, everyone was sleeping except for Guest, well, or so he'd thought.