Chapter 1: No More Bait

In this nightmare of a game, I’m just the team’s useless vase—good for nothing but gathering dust and catching stray blows.

To survive, I try desperately to win my teammates over—eating the smallest scraps, taking on the worst jobs, hands raw and knees bruised from scrubbing blood off the dungeon floor. And when things get ugly, I’m always the one shoved out as bait.

But they never warm up to me. They only care about Sam Logan—the team’s golden boy.

On the ninety-ninth time I’m left behind while everyone else guards Sam, I finally snap. I’ve been abandoned, again, and something inside me just shuts off.

I step off the edge, hoping for a quick end—a clean break from all of it.

But instead of oblivion, a monster catches me at the bottom:

"You... you are the new bride that the surface has offered to me..."