Mastermind

My name? No one knows my name, I like it that way, I intend to keep it that way.

People call me GPS for what I have to offer, I don't dislike that alias, it's a convenient way for others to address me.

I've made a lot of enemies over my two years spent in this game, and I just made a new one, this man in front.

"ARGH! Guh, huh..." Another landed.

It's not like I enjoy this scene, him receiving punches again and again and again until his head cracked.

Bloods gushing out from the top of his head and cascaded down his face, he already looked terrible to begin with, now he's not just hideous, he's unrecognisable.

"Oof. Puh." Lost a tooth, that's disgusting.

"I like to think you're actually irrelevant to our mission considering how much you've endured." I told him.

"I AM! Damn it, I have nothing on me, I'm not the hooded man! I don't know what you guys were doing."

"I'm sorry, it was simply too unrealistic."

"GUH, ARGH!" Miller threw another punch, it landed heavy.

"He took twists and turns at the best timing and knows about the elevator lobby despite the fact that, this is his first tournament, thus his first time in the stadium."

Another punch lands, his reaction was silence this time. He collapsed onto the floor with that punch, he hasn't passed out though.

"He left the stadium at a peculiar time, not immediately after a round, but exactly when I was engrossed with interrogating you.

He didn't immediately went down towards the elevator lobby, no he waited until our path down was obstructed.

Don't you think that's unrealistic, Ghostdoctor?"

"What the...what does that...what does that even have to do with me..." He's running out of breath, but I can't help it, I want my answer, I want my curiosity satiated.

"I don't know, but as far as I'm aware, you're not an ordinary player, Ghostdoctor.

You rarely ever shows up in public, I don't think anyone has ever even spectated a game by you, barely anyone has seen your face.

Yet in a total coincidence, you show up the day we have this mission, you were roaming around the same row as him, and as soon as you're among us, he escapes flawlessly.

That's unrealistic, Ghostdoctor."

"I don't...I don't know..."

Miller was sick of this, he grabbed Ghostdoctor off the ground by the collars of his shirt and pushed him against a wall.

"STOP LYING!" Miller scolds.

Ghostdoctor shows resistance as he strikes Miller in the crotch with his knee.

"Oof." Miller releases his hold on Ghostdoctor's collars and backs up by a few steps.

"AHHHH!" Ghostdoctor throws a desperate punch at Miller, a valiant effort but...

"You fucker." Miller blocks easily and threw a counter punch straight in the guts, Ghostdoctor puked blood after that.

Miller pushes Ghostdoctor back onto the walls and restraints him by pushing his forearm against Ghostdoctor's chest.

"I only want to know how you did it." I asked yet again.

"I don't know what you're talking about damn it."

He's a stubborn one, wonder what drove him to doing so much for his alliance.

"I only want to know how you managed to help Sean escape so perfectly, then this will all end."

"Just kill me already...if you're so convinced I'm with them..."

"Them? I've never mentioned anyone else than just Sean, may I take that as my deduction was correct?"

"I've taken worse beatings than this...you're not getting shit out of me..."

Well he's not wrong, if this goes on he will die, I don't want him to die yet.

"Well, I've expected pain to not be the most viable option. Pain isn't the best threat one can offer, death ranks even lower, I will be using neither.

Ghostdoctor, are you familiar with solitary confinement? On the surface, it's a punishment for criminals with mental illnesses. In reality, it's a form of torture that shouldn't have been legal."

While I explain what's going to happen to Ghostdoctor, Living Cemetery was moving out every object within the small, dull, perfectly square room we were in as per my request.

There is nothing that could possibly be interesting in this room, it's painted in grey all over. The only colour in this room are the blood splatters on the floor and walls from the beatings.

By the time Living Cemetery are finished, this room will be completely empty and deprived of life.

"I intend to keep you in here for as long as your sanity remains intact, or when you are willing to divulge information.

You will spend perhaps weeks, months, depends on your willpower, with nothing but blood and ash.

I wish you come to your sense as quick as possible. Your way of informing us that you gave in will be banging the door and screaming in agony for half an hour straight, the door remains closed otherwise."

Everything's moved out, one of the member of Living Cemetery informed me with a nod.

What's left is a depressing 3 metres wide grey square room, and a stubborn man that chooses everything but to betray his alliance.

Loyalty is admirable. My curiosity is piqued again, loyalty isn't a trait of an individual, it's cultivated with respect, love or integrity.

I wonder which one it is, from the looks of his eyes, love is the more likely answer.

"Good luck, Ghostdoctor."

Miller releases his restraint on Ghostdoctor, and he immediately collapsed onto the floor, covering himself in his own blood.

We left the room, didn't give him one last look and locked the door up.

"What do we do now?" Miller asked.

"We wait."