"Keep going," Eric's voice says, bored. He sounds like he's inside a fishbowl, your world spinning with dots and white noise.

BAM. Drew slams his fist into your face, and you scream, body twisting, and he does it again, and again, until the world dissolves into tears and black eyes...

When you wake up, you can see Drew's figure retreating. You're dragged off the circle and propped up against a tool chest, but you can't move, face feeling puffy and swollen.

"You did your best," Christina says, nodding to you.

It's all you can do to nod back. 

Advance to 49.