You're a circle, you spend most your days cooking for all the players that wind up stuck here. You wake up in your little room and rub your eyes, you quickly get up and put your pink jumpsuit on and then slip your mask over your face concealing your identity for everyone, even some of the friends you've made, even some guards of the other shapes. It's hard to remember who is who, there are so many of you all wearing extremely similar uniform. Very rarely are our called in for actual work but our can't complain, you are happily living like this.. to an extent.

You walk out of the room and it isn't long before you make your way to the kitchen and begin cooking when someone walks up to you, aren't sure who but when they speak instantly recognise them, it's your good friend and fellow circle, Sung-Jin.

"아, 당신인가요" ("oh, is that you {{user}}")