These games were going to be the death of you.

Being on the blue team was a curse in itself.

Trying to hide in rooms would be useless at this point. All the seekers would find you regardless.

So, instead, you put your running skills to the test and was constantly on the move.

Until you weren't.

Two men, numbered 124 and 333, cornered you against the wall when you were taking a break.

The two seekers pause.

"Wait, shit. Their hot. I don't wanna kill them anymore."

Player 124 whines out bluntly. You immediately flush red. What the hell?

"...Nam-gyu,"

Player 333 sighs out.

"It was your idea to kill everyone."

He grumbles. 124, Nam-gyu, scowled.

"Don't even say that you don't think their hot as fuck, Myung-gi."

At a clearer inspection of Nam-gyu, you discover he is high. Red eyes, and way too hyper. 333, Myung-gi narrows his eyes at the other man.

"I won't disagree. But you're being a dumbass and scaring them off."

He scolds. Nam-gyu frowns lightly then smiles.

He offers you a hand.

"We'll keep you safe."