The Institute (65)
Chu Yi looked around faintly, the tension in the building was like a heavyweight that pressed against the hearts of all the players. They could sense the oncoming bloody storm and each day the players faces only got uglier and uglier. This was the last week, the players carried through with the normal process and walked into the dining hall apprehensively. The room was basked in oppressive silence, broken only by the soft clanking of metal hitting the trays and the sound of silenced breathing. It was as if there was a lump in their throats that prevented them from speaking.
Amongst the players, there was only vigilance and hostility left; after several rounds of infighting and targeted attacks, the scattered and distant groups present in the room were the only thing left.