I can give you a second chance, but you must give us something in return...
Red shot up, his back aching from the cool but hard concrete of the scramble crossing. Had he passed out? Too much partying, probably. He did have a pounding headache and the sunlight hanging above him only made it worse. He knew he shouldn't have let Skye convince him to chug all that beer...but it had been fun! Certainly worth taking a break from his scenic vacation in the hustling, bustling town of Shibuya--
...Wait.
As Red looked around at all the people going about their business around him, he realized something quite unnerving: it was quiet. Completely silent, in fact. "Hey!" he shouted at a passing woman, stunned as the sound didn't reach his ears.
Memories came flooding back. The mysterious man, the Reapers' Game, his entry fee...death. Oh man. He looked down at his hand and found the red numbers slowly ticking down, just like before. Reaching into his pocket yielded the glinting black Player Pin too. So it wasn't just a drunken dream. He was dead. D-E-A-D. How did he die? All he could remember was chugging like the wind...then dizziness, vomiting, feeling way drunker than he should have...someone must've spiked his drink. It was all he could think of. He must've overdosed, and then...
Reflexively, he reached for his mp3 player and put on a song to lift his spirits and get him through the first day. He was sure sound was coming from his headphones -- he could feel the vibrations -- but he couldn't hear any of it. While the other Players were running around trying to make pacts, Red could only huddle up in the middle of the scramble, fighting back tears, the screams of the erased Players lost on his deadened ears. For the first time in his life, he felt absolutely, crushingly alone. It was only a matter of time before the Noise got to him too.