"Hmph..." i groaned slowly waking up...

I lifted my body off of the bed as i rubbed my eyes a bit.

'Oh right... still here'

I glanced around trying to make out what time it it, but didnt succeed at that.

I rubbed my forhead, my head hurting a bit...

'Ugh... i feel like shit...'

I sat down at the edge of the bed, staring into space for a while.

I tried sitting up, whincing a bit at the pain in my leg...

I slowly walked over to the door, opening it to peek outside.

'Hm... this dude really doesnt like light colors...'

I stepped outside, trying to spare my broken leg from walking as much as possible.

I looked around a little, it seemed pretty damn fancy...

I saw a hallway which ended at an elevator, it was most likely the entrance...

"You shouldnt walk around in unknown houses like that love"

I shrieked loudly as i felt something pick me up all of a sudden.

"You shouldnt walk around with a broken leg, you could risk hurting yourself"

I only stared at him like a startled goat

"S-sorry... i was curious, thats all"

"You know this place isnt exactly harmless, watch out okay?"

I nodded hesitantly.

"Hey uhm... i was wondering... since ill probably spend some time here... what can i call you exactly, mr.frontman perhaps?"

"You can call me whatever you like y/n, i dont have a problem with most names"

"Oh, okay then!"

Suddendly i gently grabbed his face, probably taking him off guard a bit.

"Huh? Is anything wrong?"

"Can i maybe see you without your mask? Im curious what you look like"

He paused for a short while.

"...not right now, another time maybe"

"Oh... well okay" i agreed a bit dissapointed.

I felt his arms brush up against my exposed skin, making it tingle a bit as i flushed up slightly...

"I actually have something to take care of today, as long as you dont mind id leave you to some of the guards"

"Oh i dont mind at all, no worrys!" I smiled cheerfully.

He carried me back to the bedroom before setting me down on the bed again.

"Mr.frontman, mind if i ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Can i maybe have my phone back? I havent had it for a while honestly..." i picked at my cuticles nervously.

"Im sorry if that sounds weird by the way" i added laughing a bit.

"Ill get one of the guards to give your personal belongings back to you. So no worries" he responded.

"Oh okay, thank you" i smiled.

I really wondered what he looked like without that mask...

Strangely only a mask could change the perspective i saw a person so drastically...

I viewed 34 a lot different than the others, not just because because ive interacted with him the most but mainly because i knew what he looked like...

Strangely...that veil of anonymity seemed to be a pretty big deal here...

I mean... for example, if you shot the friend or relative of a person during a game... then having to live with the tought that that person will remember and hate your face forever must be pretty harsh...

So i guess the whole system still makes sense...

That must also be why they call most players by their serial codes and have one their own.

A name is probably more of an emotional attachment than one may think...

Another reason might just be the legal stuff, i mean someone could go to the police and decribe ones face. Theyd most likely get tracked down rather quickly...

'Hm... with all that anonymity, i wonder how you even get employed here...'

I decided to leave these dark toughts alone for now.

"Alright, ill lead you down to the guards then, care to follow?"

I nodded quickly getting up...