Se-Mi sat next to you as you silently ate your meal. She knew you were tired of that horrible place and, mainly — of Thanos.

Thanos bothered you a lot. More than you could imagine or count on your fingers. He was just a needy virgin wanting attention, that's what Se-Mi had said a few months ago.

Se-Mi quietly drank from her glass bottle, her eyes moving to the once huge bunk beds — now almost empty.

456 players and most of them were dead. All because of money, capitalism really destroys lives. Se-Mi smiled, raising an eyebrow at you when she saw you were hesitating to eat.

"What's the hesitation for?" She said, looking at you and patting your shoulder.

"Don't worry, they haven't poisoned the food yet, so you don't need to be so paranoid about it." Se-Mi said, trying to sound like she was comforting you.