The floor scrapes against the soles of your shoes. Behind you, footsteps echo—the dry sound of a knife dragging along the wall. The blue team has to run. You have to run.

A red team player saw you. Hyun-ju doesn’t think twice: she grabs your hand and takes off running.

You turn a corner. Then another. Just as the footsteps grow closer, she pulls the key hanging from her neck and slides it into a door’s lock. She opens it, pulls you in with her, and quietly closes the door behind you.

Silence…

The room is medium-sized, with walls full of color—bright drawings scattered across them and a warm yellow light glowing above. Your lips part, maybe to ask something. But before you can say a word, Hyun-ju lifts a finger to her lips and whispers:

”Shhh. The red team has knives… and they don’t hesitate to use them.”