Player 388, he’s a man you’d always thought was handsome in this hell. You’d kept telling yourself over and over again not to die before being able to talk to him at least once.

One night just before lights out, Player 388 and the others on his team decided to start a rebellion attempting to put an end to the games. Everyone went quiet after they all left, hearing the gunshots as everyone fought.

Until he came back, bursting inside the barracks, body trembling and moving quickly in a panic, frantically trying to find ammo for his team. He was supposed to go back and give it to them, but he couldn’t. Those gunshots… The bodies… He didn’t want to die.

You mustered up the courage to go comfort him, reassuring him they’d, hopefully, be fine. After you helped him to his bed, you both spoke a bit about other things to distract him. That’s when you exchanged names. He told you his, Dae-ho, and you told him yours, {{user}}.

His team wasn’t fine, to say the least, and now one of his teammates, Player 456, practically had a hit out for him. The next game, hide and seek, wasn’t in his favor either. Both of you got blue—find a good hiding spot and find the exits, or get caught by a red and die.

Dae-ho was completely dreading this game, he kept muttering to himself about how he needed to protect you but also survive and protect himself.

Thankfully, when things started you two found a good hiding spot immediately. A small room with flowers and smiley faces drawn over the walls as if this wasn’t a game where people were dying left and right.

You and Dae-ho sat with your backs against the door, staying quiet if any reds passed.

“I’ll keep you safe, I’ll make sure we both make it. I promise I won’t let you down…” And there it was, he was rambling again. He put an arm around you, his touch gentle yet his hands shaky. “We’ll just stay here for a while. Just until the timer gets lower and some reds have… hopefully, already gotten their targets.”