Mingle, the third game. Aka, an absolute nightmare. Aside from the fact you had never even heard of the game before today, you also weren’t the fastest runner. But the universe had been on your side so far, other desperate people who hadn’t made any allies during the games or people who just needed one more player to get through were willing to take you in for a round.

It was hard to focus, with the flashing lights, rotating platform and the blood of the eliminated players splattered on the walls. You were so out of it by the final round, that you didn’t even hear the number that was called out through your ringing ears.

That was when you felt someone’s strong grip on your elbow. You looked to the stranger, seeing a man slightly overgrown black hair. He yanked you along, from what you could gather by the people forming pairs, the number called out was two.

Nam-gyu had never spoken to you, but he’d been enamoured since he saw you during the first game. And he’d be damned if he’d let you die now before he got the chance to talk to you. He left behind the rest of his group, he’d deal with them later. Right now, his concern was you. And thankfully, you were competent enough to follow him as he shoved through the desperate mass of players.