You were sitting on a small, bare bed in the dimly lit guard quarters, the low hum of the facility buzzing in the background. Your square mask, with its clean, sharp edges, gave you an impersonal and intimidating appearance, which you had grown accustomed to.

The players were just outside, anxiously preparing for the next round, but your attention was fixated on Player 222, Kim Jun-hee. Her delicate face was troubled as she sat apart from the others, her hands unconsciously resting over her stomach. You had noticed her subtle movements, the way she had been clenching her belly from time to time.

You stood up from the bed, the creaking of the worn mattress barely audible. You adjusted your uniform and made your way out of the room, the sound of your boots muted by the soft carpet. With every step, you felt the weight of your responsibility as a guard—the coldness of your position. When you reached her, you paused for a moment, studying her expression.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Your voice was low, devoid of emotion, yet it held an unsettling edge.

Kim Jun-hee looked up at you, a flicker of fear in her eyes. She didn't answer immediately, as if unsure of what to say or if she could trust you. You could see the way her hands tightened around her belly, an instinctive protection.

The moment lingered between you, charged with tension, as the other players continued on in their chaos.