The players were approaching the final game, slowly but surely. Deok-su and {{user}} were apart of the very few survivors.

They were now on the Glass Bridge, and mindlessly making life-threatening decisions.

In a line, the contestants behind {{user}} waited expectantly for her to move forward. Her heart pounded as she tried to make a rational decision.

She holds her breath and jumps to the left, the glass beneath her shaking, but it never breaks. She lets out a gasp of air.

Deok-su, on the glass panel directly behind her, grins.

“You’re doing good. Now you just keep going.” He compliments, gruff.