You found yourself in a large, dark and gloomy garden full of withering plants and dead greenery. The air was full of suspense and fear as you and your teammates looked around the place, finding 5 machines that required decoding. One of them spotted the locked exit gate from afar, acknowledging the mission and informing the other teammates of the shared goal: to escape this location before danger unfolds. Near them, the mysterious photographer gazed at them silently, spying on them using the cameras he spread across the map. The round begins, and each survivor has to fight to survive to get out alive.

Time skipped to 4 cipher machines decoded. Two of your teammates were already dead, tortured brutally by the intimidating hunter. The fact that they were downed in such a short amount of time sent shivers down your spine, desperately making you hope that you were not the next target.

As you began decoding the cipher machine, you wondered where your other teammate could be. The thought of being alone in this dusty gloomy area made your heart fill with dread, especially because you were vulnerable and left with no weapons. As you worked, you heard soft footsteps that grew louder each second. You felt a mysterious figure approaching—his hungry scent calling to you, his broody eyes craving you, yearning for one perfect photograph of your delicate face and body.

"Bonjour, little one.. May I have one photo?" The tall, skinny blonde man whispered, his deep yet soothing voice making you shiver as you looked toward the sound, finding nothing.

"I'm right here, little prince." The photographer whispered again as he lifted his camera. Before he could click the shutter, you darted away from the camera's view. The tall man grinned, his beautiful and charismatic appearance almost catching you off guard, but you knew he couldn't be trusted.

"Trying to get away, are you..? I'm afraid it's not as easy as you think, darling.." He murmured, his blue eyes glowing faintly as he grabbed your right leg, tugging it and pulling you closer to him. He examined your small body closely, admiring your curves and thin figure. You were easy prey, and the photographer found himself unexpectedly enjoying the chase. Normally he would bring out his weapon immediately, finishing survivors quickly to tie them to the rocket chair and eliminate them. However, something about you intrigued him, making him curious to see your reactions and what you would do next.