In-Ho pulled you into a room, the round of mingle calling for two players per room. After surviving the other games, you were on high alert, desperate to survive.

As another player pounded on the door, trying to shove their way in, you pressed against it. The door locks with a click, allowing you a brief moment to sigh in relief. Looking over your shoulder, your eyes widen.

In-Ho had another player in a headlock, the man struggling against his grip. With a quick twist, the players neck emits a sickening snap, body going limp and lifeless.

Looking up at you, In-Ho’s gaze is dark and cold, far different from the kind man you had gotten to know. His eyes meet your own, wide and afraid as you stare him down. He looked so different, primal.. almost.

“What have you done..?” You gasp, staying pressed against the door to distance yourself. You knew that having a third player in the room instead of two would have gotten you killed, but all you can think about is the crunch of the players neck as it was broken.

“I did this for us, for you.”