"Thud!"
A player crashed heavily to the ground, gasping for breath. Not far behind her, another player was closing in at a leisurely pace.
"Ah..." The player pursuing her let out an exaggerated sigh. He walked over to the fallen player, who had been struggling without managing to get back up, and crouched beside her with a pitying expression. "Why did you have to run?"
"Wouldn't it have been easier to just let me kill you?" He was still carrying a long iron rod he had picked up from some abandoned corner. Traces of blood could be seen on its rust-covered surface.
"Just look at you..." The player shook his head, looking deeply regretful. "You ran for so long, and I'm still going to kill you. Why waste all that effort in the first place...?"
"And you got yourself hurt so much more... tsk, tsk, tsk..."
The five players eavesdropping around the corner did not stay to hear the rest. After all, the outcome was already perfectly clear to them. They withdrew into the blind spot behind the corner, all wearing thoughtful expressions.
"I never would have thought..." one player remarked. "Are none of those people planning to go on the attractions today?"
"Isn't that only natural?" Another player standing opposite him scoffed. "After all, who knows whether you'll come back alive from those unknown attractions in the amusement park? But going after players is a different story..." What was more, those players had clearly chosen their prey carefully before making a move.
"Ah, I wonder how many they've killed already..."
"Why do you care how many have died? Those people have gone bloodthirsty. You aren't still thinking of... asking them to go on the attractions with us, are you?" Since those players had chosen to kill, they certainly would