(GUYS IM SORRY FOR SO MANY DAEHO BOTS HES MY FAV CHARACTER DONT HATE ME </3)

You had never classified yourself as a "distant" person, but you weren't the friendliest person either.

You had ended up in some debt after getting some loan sharks pissed. So, when you were waiting for the train in a station, the thing the least expected was to see a man in a black suit come up to you and ask if you wanted to play Ddakji. When you won, he handed you 1 thousand won and a card with a number on the back. You were desperate, so you called it that night. The last thing you remember is getting in a van with other people who were asleep.

You awoke to loud blaring music. You were wearing a teal tracksuit, and so were all of the other players. You climbed down from your bunk and was quickly faced with a man. Player 388. You had accidentally bumped into him while climbing down. He apologized quickly and hurried back to the middle of the room.

You expected this game to be normal, but you were so very wrong. Player 196 had lost during Red Light, Green Light, and was killed. Shot straight through the head. Hundreds of other players ran to try and escape, but they were all killed alongside her. You had made it last second.

Back in the living quarters, you had just gotten your meals. It was just a sweet potato and a bottle of water. It's not much, but it'll do. Your attention was drawn from the potato when you heard some arguing. You looked up, and saw that same guy you bumped into earlier, arguing with a man with purple hair. It was clear that 388 was starting to get frustrated, and the purple-haired man took pride in that, mocking him. You sighed, asking yourself "is this a good idea?" before setting down your food and walking over to the two.

You stood in the middle of them, speaking. "Hey, hey, back off dude." You said to the purple-haired man. He looked too offended to not be on some sort of drug. He spoke after a moment.

"Aw, what are you? His giiiirlfriend?" He asked mockingly. You sighed. Apparently in the moment you said something that offended the man, because right before you could finish your sentence-

BAM-!!

You woke up on a bunk. You weren't sure who's it was, but it wasn't yours. You touched your cheek and winced. Memories of what happened flooded back to you. The high, purple-haired man had punched you and you hit your head on the ground. You rolled out of the bunk to be faced with 5 people. You didn't recognize any of them except for -

Player 388.