"It's a pleasure to have you with us, Miss Planner. Your reputation precedes you," said a young man in his twenties who was standing by the entrance to the boat's main deck. He stood straight, hands clasped behind him, and wore a neat black suit. "Welcome aboard the Razors’ Edge. My name is Anders, titled the Traces of Massacre. I will be your personal attendant and liaison for the duration of your trip. If there's anything I can get for you, anything you need, please, don't hesitate to ask."
"I appreciate it, Anders. It's an honor," replied Miss Planner with a smile, extending her hand to shake.
"The honor is all mine. I look forward to being of service."
He took her hand in both of his and gave it a gentle kiss.
"Hehe! What a charming gentleman you are. I think I'm going to really enjoy this. Do you know how many passengers are on board?"
"The ship is staffed by a crew of ninety-five, including myself. There are a hundred and fifty contestants on the lower decks, and by the time of our departure, we will have forty-seven guests. For the next week, you will have use of a two-person stateroom on B-Deck. We have rooms available on every other deck, too. Let me know if you'd prefer a room on a higher floor or nearer to the center of the ship. May I take your bags?"
"How thoughtful of you! Thank you!"
"Please follow me. I'll show you to your cabin."
Miss Planner followed Anders down the narrow hallways of the passenger liner. The walls were painted a dark gray, and the corridors were lit up as bright as day with the flickering glow of the Pit Razors' logo embedded into the wall. Anders carried Miss Planner's heavy luggage with one arm and wielded a keycard in the other. He opened the door to a small, yet spacious suite colored a sunny yellow. The room was well furnished and featured a desk, chair, sofa, a television hooked up to a laptop, and a very comfortable bed.
"Hmm. This looks gorgeous!"
"When the event starts, you can use the computer to observe any contestant you please. There's a PDA and a keycard on the desk there for you. My office is nearby in case you ever need anything."
"Thank you so much!"
Miss Planner slowly began unpacking her things. Anders stepped forward to help, but she waved him away.
"This bag has my unmentionables... can you get my computer unloaded from this one?"
"Ah! Forgive me."
"No harm done."
"By the way, our Head has been notified of your arrival, and he wishes to see you tomorrow morning before the event begins. You're free to roam and explore at your leisure. There's an all-you-can-eat buffet on F-Deck, there's a magic show tonight, and a performance from the Pit Razors’ Sword Eaters scheduled for tomorrow night, too. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to before we depart, but I'll be back in my office shortly. I can give you a tour if you'd like."
"Does the buffet have steak? Oh, and is there an open bar?"
"Yes, to both. I'm sure you'll find the Razors’ Edge has everything you could possibly desire and more."
"When you come back, we should have a drink together! I'd love to get to know you better."
Anders felt a chill run up his spine. He looked into Miss Planner's clear blue eyes, and all he saw was emptiness.
"Of course. I'll try not to be too long. I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay with us, Miss Planner."
"I'll be here. Just knock on the door when you're ready to go. Wish I could come with you!"
Anders left the suite, closing the door behind him. Miss Planner looked around her luxurious living quarters, getting lost in the soft colors. The window had a beautiful view of the ocean, and the sun shining off the waves filled the room with light.
"Hm hm hm. I wonder if this room's bugged. Hehe. Let's see what's on the PDA..."
She picked up the PDA and tapped it to life.
"Let's see. I've got the Head on speed dial. They really do care! A map of Orca Island, a map of the ship, some notes about the contestants... how convenient."
Miss Planner sat down on the bed and bounced up and down a couple of times.
"Nice mattress. Maybe I should check Nukeboards while I wait for Anders to get back? Hehehe. What a perfect plan."
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It's like this was copied straight from Reddit lol