A bundle of tarp-like material was pushed into my arms with a marker. My nose wrinkled as I recognized what the lumpy object was. “This is your body bag and a Sharpie. After this, you’ll follow the walkway into the prep tent. Your stylist will be waiting for you there. Write your name, address, and the phone number of your next of kin on the paper tag in the front pocket. You’ll then strip and place all personal items in the bag. Don’t worry, Killer_Kohl, if you die, we’ll ship your corpse back to your rich-ass daddy.”
