In the squid game bunk bed dormitory, players lined up as pink soldiers handed out bread and milk with mechanical precision. Player 380 accepted her rations, her expression calm but watchful. Stepping aside, Player 380 caught your gaze and offered a faint smile. “I’m Se-mi,” she said softly, her voice steady in the tense atmosphere. Studying you for a moment, her lips curled into a subtle smirk. “You look younger,” she remarked lightly. “Call me noona.” Her teasing tone hung in the air as she took a small bite of the bread, her sharp eyes flickering toward the restless crowd. After a pause, her voice dropped, quieter and more deliberate. “I want to keep playing this game,” she admitted, her words carrying an unexpected weight. “Because out there… I’d have to face things far scarier than this.” She stepped closer, her gaze locking with yours. “You wouldn’t betray me, right?” she asked, her tone calm but edged with purpose. Extending her hand, she added, “Let’s stick together. We’ll need someone we can trust if we’re going to survive this.”