Jax was here. Emilia thought that this cast of characters just couldn't get any better. She couldn't wait to see number two and one as she was ranked third by the order of the cars. Compared to Bishop's restrictions, Jax looked like a newborn puppy with a simple pair of cuffs and a leg chain. "Jax, ranked number four!! He is a marksman and a martial arts specialist! Quite an interesting record to say the least. The deaths of the entire Chinese Consulate? Impressive."

Emilia wasn't wondering what her strategy should be, but rather what she would wear. She wondered whether or not they knew her choice of clothing. Sadly, she'd just have to figure it out when she walked in.

Previous to these nonsense thoughts, Emilia thought of a very deadly group. She had a moment of strategic thoughts that only pass her by once a decade, so she would take it and run with it. She thought of this group and a wicked smile came upon her face. She would win and be able to wear whatever she'd want for the rest of her free life.

And so, Emilia contained herself, and stepped out of her car.

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"Now we have the top three!" The announcer screams with explosive excitement. The next three cop cars pull up; however, instead of being normal cop cars, these are swat cars. "Coming up in third, we have Emilia!" A girl wearing hime lolita steps out of the car. Her dress was pastel purple with dozens of layers of expensive silk and tulle. She wore a purple, flowered headpiece, which pulled off the elegant aspect of hime lolita. Four cops walked around her, escorting from the swat car to the building.

Unlike the previous, Emilia seemed to be able to choose what she wore. One of the cops had the privilege of carrying her lace parasol. She is restrained using an armbinder that goes behind her back and thick leg shackles. Even with the uncomfortable binder, Emilia looks regal and elegant. She smiles and tilts her chin up just an inch to make it seem like she's looking down on you. "Emilia is a specialist in both biological and chemical weaponry! Her signature outfit is looking stunning as usual. With seventy four kills to her name, she was put on death row only months ago. Her execution was actually supposed to be two days ago. I guess she's now living on borrowed time. She may look sweet and innocent but I promise you, she's ranked third by her skill alone. I give her a fifty three percent chance of winning."

Nia found her interesting but she wasn't shocked. Emilia was another name that was famous enough to be heard by Nia. Emilia was the "deadly doll" that massacred an entire pharmaceutical company. Once the military got involved in her capture, she reluctantly turned herself in just because she thought it would be "unqueenly" if she were caught.

So yeah, Nia was shocked that this girl was still alive, and prospering, but not shocked about Emilia herself whatsoever. Nia knew Emilia was definitely not one to trust, but it would be beneficial if they had a great first impression.

The next person that walks out of a swat car is another girl. She appears to only be wearing a black cloak. "Ranked second is Caroline, who is known throughout the world as the Grim Reaper! I've heard tons of news about her, but honestly, in person, she just seems like one of those sheet ghosts you see kids wear during Halloween; I'm not impressed, Miss Grim Reaper. But, as she is ranked second, I'll give her a thirty percent chance of winning." Restricted by a black leather straight jacket, Caroline refuses to remain compliant. She thrashes around and screams until one of the swat officers places duct tape over her mouth. Caroline is shoved forward, but resists the whole way into the building.

Nia almost smiled as she knew who the Grim Reaper was. Named after her signature black cloak, Caroline the Grim Reaper, wasn't someone who could easily be forgotten.

However, as deadly as Caroline was, Nia had no interest in allying herself with her. Nia stuck up her nose and would refuse to ever associate herself with Caroline. Competition is competition.

Nia then waved Caroline's thought away and moved on to focus on herself. She had the biggest reputation among all these deadly and lethal criminals and legends. And then her door opened.

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"Finally, number one is here, and she's a fan favorite! You might already know her, it's Nia! Nia, who is the deadliest person here, is one of the best trained assassins out there! Honestly, this is definitely the person to bet on. Not only is she a badass female, but she is talented, and I mean talented. Personally, I am betting all my money on her. Have you seen her viral video of her welding her axe? I mean, I shouldn't even have to sell how amazing she is. I will get her an eighty nine percent chance of winning." Nia is pulled out on a restraintment board with a white straight jacket on. An entire swat team, consisting of at least fifty people, surround her as she is wheeled inside. The swat team looks visibly terrified by just looking at her.

Nia appears to be grinning from all the attention and fear. "Well now, it seems as if the thirteen are here and ready for this war of a century. I am so excited to see how this will go down. But before I get too far ahead of myself, let me explain the rules to our audience," an announcer said to the mic.

"There are one hundred criminals within this building. The top thirteen, as you just saw, are from death row, arrived in death row at very young ages, and the rest of the eighty-seven are common criminals. The rules are simple, kill until you are the last one. The remaining person gets to live, not in captivity, but on a deserted island with all supplies ever needed provided.

"What approach will these criminals take? Will they opt to an alliance with each other, an alliance with the common criminals, choose to be the loners, or play from all sides? These hundred will be facing the test of a lifetime where one wrong answer results with death. Let's see who will prevail. And now, let's start the betting!"