[ His head lowers even more now, until the shadows cover his eyes well enough. His hands on his lap fidget slightly, as do his legs like he can't quite sit still, like he wants to run but it isn't like there's anywhere to escape too. She'll be able to see his board from here now as well, if she chose to look, but the angle should be off enough that it's difficult to read from the canoe. ]

Before I arrived here, I was forced to participate in a killing game. 16 students locked in an area together, given motivations to take another's life until there would only be two survivors in the end.

[ His voice is flat, void of anything. ]

Tell me why I should trust anything you say.