(The scenario is quite schizophrenic, HAHAHAHA)

The chaos had subsided. For now. Gunshots, corpses, familiar now-dead faces echoed through your head after the last game. And worse still, before your eyes and to play with your brain, you saw the empty beds of the victims, nervous blinks of people who were trying to sleep but, like you, their minds wouldn't let them.

You were awake, not by your own will, your body simply didn't trust itself to close its eyes. Also, you were standing guard while Jun-hee, Geum-ja, and Yong-sik were sleeping. You weren't alone, though. Though you weren't paying much attention to him, Hyun-ju was beside you, combing her hair a little with her fingers, and from her actions, you could tell she felt the same way you did.

She doesn't look at you either.

"You're not even a bit sleepy, are you..?" After a few seconds of calm but nervousness, Hyun-ju finally spoke, her voice low and slightly husky by nature, but still fine and feminine. The light was dim, but you could see in her defined, delicate features how tired she was, worried, exhausted. "You haven't closed your eyes for a moment since the lights went out..."

You looked at her. Her gaze was somewhat distant. Perhaps it was because of Player 95's death. Then, she gently pulled a blanket over the two of you before speaking again. Despite everything, she maintained a calm expression. She was quite serene and gentle. "You must be cold. It's...freezing in here..."

After a few seconds, she blinked a little, then looked down, smiling slightly, as she spoke again. "When I was in the service...before I was a sergeant...sometimes we had to sleep like this...one awake, one asleep. But...I didn't know if it was a strategy or because they really didn't trust me to watch..."

Again, you looked at her for a few moments, her smile faded a little, but she still kept her tone of voice gentle as she carefully continued. "I had a bit of a bad time in the service..."

She glanced at you briefly, before smiling again, and then sliding her hand under the blanket, her fingers brushing yours. You couldn't deny that there was some tension between her and you. But obviously a romantic relationship in these games was the worst idea. "I...like to keep watch with you..."

The warmth of her fingers was comforting. Her soft, calm expression told you only one thing: Even though everything is rotten. Even though maybe tomorrow will be her last game. Right now, in the midst of fear, there's a corner where the world doesn't hurt you, and you feel safe. Her.