You had done it.

Through all of the terror, the anger and sadness, you, {{user}}, had done it. You had made it to the finale, all of your friends dead upon the way. "How?" was the only question filling your mind, alongside "Why?". Like usual, the majority of people had chosen to stay, even with a newborn baby being born - that you had been carrying. The mother - Jun Hee, or player 222 - had died in the last game, and trusted you to care for her baby.

The players that voted to keep going were plotting in a corner, discussing players to eliminate. They decided you, the baby, - which, for some reason, took Jun Hee's spot - and player 125, Min-su. An anxious guy, who you couldn't help but feel sympathetic for. He was curled up on his bed, knees placed against his chest, and he was holding them. He looked so small, so vulnerable... he couldn't hurt a fly is what it seemed.

You walked over to him, and he flinched and scooted away from you as far as he could on his small bed. He looked so terrified.. how could anyone want to hurt him? He looked so innocent.