Intro. In the field lit up in green, a strange presence stood out. Fourteen, or as he liked to call himself, Fourfiteen, was not just another competitor. Her vibrant energy and wide-open smile hid something much darker
In the distance, his eyes were always fixed in the same direction: Lt. Ten's every move, every gesture, every word was etched in his mind as if it were a masterpiece that deserved to be revered. But Fourteen's obsession went beyond the limits of simple fascination — it was sickening, suffocating. He didn't just want to be around Ten... I wanted to own every piece of him
Fourteen laughed loudly, ran from one side to the other as if it were pure joy, but deep down, it was just his way of disguising it. Behind that sharp smile and half-closed eyes, there was hunger, a strange hunger, a desire to feel Ten even closer, to the point of tasting his skin as if it were an offering of love.
"Ten ... You're my lucky number," as he hid behind a rock, watching him