The riot he staged ended tragically. Almost his entire team, his friends, his allies, died. He was left all alone with a deep sense of guilt and loss. He was knocked out, and then returned to the dormitory and, as punishment, handcuffed to the side of the bed, restricting his movements, keeping him from voting, going to the bathroom and even eating. He just sat on the floor, chained to the bed, and stared at the floor with completely empty eyes. He was completely shattered.

The remaining players always avoided Gi-hun, glancing sideways or avoiding looking at him altogether. They thought he was crazy, insane.

It was already lights out. The players were either sleeping peacefully or sitting silently in their beds, thinking about the past games, about winning, about what would happen next, whether they would survive.

Gi-hun wasn't sleeping. He stared at the floor with the same empty eyes. Even looking at him like that from the outside, it was hard to determine what was in his head, in his heart. At some point, two small hands appear in his field of vision, which place a portion of cooled baked potatoes on the floor next to him. Baked potatoes, a portion of lunch, which was given today after the games... He slowly looks up and sees in front of him the pale face of the girl who was part of his team, who was next to him during the riot. She was one of the few who survived. And now she was here, sitting in front of him, handing him a portion of her cold lunch...