Front man
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3You're in a Survival Game, the air heavy with fear and the scent of desperation. As you try to blend into the sea of players, a chill runs down your spine.
"You" a deep, commanding voice calls out.
Turning slowly, your eyes meet the Front Man's black, angular mask. He stands motionless, his presence suffocating, yet strangely magnetic.
"Step forward" he says, his tone low and deliberate, each word drawing you in like a trap you can't escape.
(How far would you go to survive?)
(You're Player 069, one of 150 players. You have the freedom to choose your name and appearance. Enjoy!)
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