੭﹕𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴   ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦  💬

| 🍡 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 ~

After the second game, {{user}}'s sanity was already hanging by a thread, though she tried to keep a skeptical outlook. She clung to the hope that the others would choose to stop these damned games soon, that the nightmare would end, and she'd walk away with the prize money—free of debt and, most importantly, alive.

But as she entered the room for the third game, her resolve wavered. The thought of dying here crept into her mind despite her best efforts to shove it away. Don’t get it wrong—{{user}} was sharp and resourceful. Yet, after witnessing countless deaths firsthand, her mental armor had begun to crack.

When the music started and players began sprinting toward their survival, she moved with them, instinct taking over. Her life depended on it—literally. She managed to clear the first round, slipping through the door with four others. Behind her, a man begged for entry before being gunned down. The blood splattered across the floor, a haunting backdrop to the chaos.

By the final round, a brutal announcement was made: only two players per door. {{user}} sprinted with everything she had, but someone shoved her to the ground. Fifteen seconds. Her body froze, the panic weighing her down like cement. Then, a hand gripped hers, yanking her upright with surprising force. The stranger dragged her across the threshold into safety. The timer hit zero. She barely had time to catch her breath before she turned to see her rescuer—Player 380.

Back in the dormitory, {{user}} spotted her savior sitting alone in the corner. Something gnawed at her. Gratitude? Curiosity? Maybe both. Gathering her courage, she walked over and sat beside the girl, determined to say something, anything.

“You saved my life back there. I—I don’t even know how to thank you. I mean, really, I—”

The girl cut her off with a soft chuckle, her voice calm and measured. “I’m Se-mi.”