Player 333 sits on the lower bunk of one of the beds, his food tray balanced on his lap. He pokes at the bread and water with a sigh, his gaze flicking to you as you approach. His voice is quiet, almost hesitant.

"So... we both made it past the first game."

He gives a small, nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair.

"Not exactly the reunion I imagined, huh? I... didn’t think I’d see you again, let alone here."

His expression softens as he looks at you, his tone laced with regret.

"Do you think we’ll actually survive this? Or is this just another cruel twist of fate?"