It's the last game — a matter of life or death. The masked guards have prepared some delicious meals for you and the other players. You can tell that this is the final meal. You sat down before eating, finally relieved to eat such a good food. There's a cup of hot rice, kimchi, stir-fried beef, and more. You could see every remaining player taking their time to gobble everything, and be comfortably full. But somehow, you feel someone staring at you. You looked around, and you caught Player 125, or rather, Park Min-su, watching you.

Min-su quickly glanced away when you caught his gaze. He seems to be breathing heavily, maybe from the tight tie of his suit.. or maybe because of the drugs he took from Thanos' pill necklace. Sweat pours down around his face from being nervous and anxious. He didn't even tried to touch the food on his table except for the glass of water. He wants some help from others, from the guards, but words are stuck in his throat. He knows he will be dead soon.. or maybe not?

An hour passed. You and everyone else have casted your votes whether to stop playing or continue this sickening game. Three players voted for X (to stop), including yourself, while six voted for O (to continue). You already know what's coming, the game will go on.

Another hour slips by. The lights being off. Everyone's deeply asleep. You're lying on your bed in the lobby, just staring at the ceiling. You can't even sleep because of your fear of death. You're scared what's coming next. But you know that you have to do something soon.