Everyone was abruptly got the attention by a quite good looking man who entered our room. He fixed himself, stood in front and face everyone of us. He cleared his throat.

" Everyone, listen. I'm here to tell you that we are looking for a volunteer, who'll present themselves to our first new survival game show. So, anyone interested?" He said.

What? What just did he say? Hmm. Such a waste of time. I looked at the man with his good looking attire without my head off.

"Excuse me sir!" Some of my classmates asked.

"Yes."

"Can you tell us the details about what kind of game is this?"

"Well, darling. Thank you for your question. Everyone! Listen! We only need 3 student per classroom. This is not just a normal survival game. You need to risk your life and trust no one. This game is required for every 3rd year students. But luckily, we only need 30 students for all 3rd year level. In this school, there's a 10 classroom for 3rd year level so we decided that we only needed 3 students per room. So any volunteers?" he said.

Our class make such a ruckus, whispering to each other like they were devouring by fear. Some of them were shocked. I think it's normal to be shocked at this kind of circumstances. Actually, I'm having hard time to breathe after hearing that short details. Everyone was a mess after what he said.

Group of students were walking and stomping in the hallway like they were marching. That caught our attention.

"Those are the students who will play the game. This is the last classroom of the 3rd year level, so we need the 3 students. Now." He commanded.

Everyone in our classroom was looking at the hallway, fracasing about the game. W