In the future wherever you go there are cameras that scan and track you. Crime is low. Corruption is next to impossible for the regular person. Criminals are easily charged for crimes. The police state can catch a criminal before they even commit the crime.  Death has been defeated if you have the money. Cameras and drones are equipped with scanners that track and save those who have the tags in their skin. But a ReBirth costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. People who are tagged either have money or are paying loan sharks most of their wages. Wrongful death suits often end in financial ruin and bankruptcy. Except for teenagers who sign up for the annual game of Assassin. Run by the corporations who supply the regeneration machines. Assassin is simple. You're given a name. You kill them. Then you are given the person you've just killed's target until it's down to just two. Leaving the coliseum limits means that if you die you don't get resurrected. Every year before their nineteenth birthdays, children of the city are exempt from paying just so they can murder one another for excitement and profit. The final winner gets a complete scholarship to the post-secondary education of their choosing. This year Tracy has a plan. She hates the kids in her school. They make fun of her and all target her for some reason. They are jealous. This year she's going to win and the scholarship will be hers. This year she's got a sniper rifle. A gift from her delinquent father since she did so well in last year's game. She came in fourty-seventh but had been killed by one of her old classmates in a way that made her life miserable. This year she intends to be the one to kill him unless he dies before she gets his name. Luke's gonna die.