[02] Arctic Sector

[Belle Hibiki]

Belle nudged the fallen collar with his foot, the only thing that was left of the existence of John doe. He supposed there were worse ways to die. He had seen a few of them himself. Still, though, it seemed a little extreme.

But then, John had chosen to enter the competition. And had chosen to not listen to the rules. And had died as a result. Despite how Belle felt about the competition's methods, if it even was them, it was clear that the man, whoever he had been, had almost willfully made an effort to screw up.

The collar beeped a few more times before it, too, suddenly shattered. Belle jumped back and watched in amazement as the metal device disintegrated before his eyes, as if it had been dipped in acid.

A minute later, the final shard of metal sizzled into nothing with a sharp 'fuff' of air and the stench of burning ozone. Belle waved his hand in front of his nose to brush the odor away, grimacing.

Belle wasn't sure what to do next. He felt he should say something. Bringing his hands up, he clapped them together once, twice, and then held them there, bowing his head. "Uh," he started, "I guess you were kind of a good fight. Or could have been, if you hadn't fucked up, Guy I Don't Know. So ... Yeah. Rest in peace, and all that."

The forest sector was supposed to be somewhere in the south-west. Taking one last look at the spot where John had ceased to be, Belle rubbed his hands together, blew into them, and started off towards the distant walls.

Belle moves from Arctic Sector to Forest Sector.