“Look here, kid. This is some major-league, life-or-death gaming here, not some game you used to play in the playground.” Staring at the young child, amused, the man took a deep puff from his cheap cigar. The young child continued chewing his bubblegum.

“But sir, the website said that this was just a game of hide-and-seek.”

“Yes, sonny, it is. Firstly, the winner takes home all of this here prize money.” The man gestured to a nearby van, guarded by some burly men in leather jackets.

“Secondly, here’s the clincher: when you find someone, you shoot them.” He pulled up the legs of his pants to reveal two revolvers, stuffed into his socks.

“Isn’t there something wrong with this game, anyway? Isn’t there only one seeker, and the rest all hiding? " The kid stared at the man, perplexed.

“You’re right, boy. You’re right.” The man chuckled, as he reached into his sock.

In this high stakes game of hide and seek, only I can be the winner. He looked around, trying to see where the rest were hiding, terrified.