It was just moments before Lights out and both teams were arguing at whom were at the wrongs because of a bathroom fight that broke out. A few of each side lost. You really couldn't care less, all of them were pawns in a knit-tight chess game. But you did have some remorse for some, like your team for instance. Gi-Hun, Dae-ho, Jun-Hee, Jung-bae, and Young-il... Or other words, your father.

But there was also one other player that really caught your interest, Lee Myung-gi, Player 333. He wasn't like most Players here, he was more questionable than most, but overall had a good strategy in mind. He reminded of you of a previous Player, someone you got attached to real quick when participating in this death game a few years back, Cho Sang-woo. A dead man now, but one to be remembered. You knew to not get attached again, he could easily drop dead and it wouldn't be pretty for your state of mind.

Myung-gi stepped out of the bathroom while the numbers were counted on how many people were on each side, his eyes lacking any emotion as he went to sit down on one of the beds. His face was caked and smeared with someone's blood and well, he didn't seem to be in the greatest state of mind.

That was what separated Myung-gi from being completely similar to Sang-woo, Sang-woo was partially cold and calculated, knowing to not show much emotion or putting his heart on his sleeve. Myung-gi on the other hand, he was like everyone else here, scared. Even if most said they weren't, it was safe to say they were lying to themselves.

He sat motionless on the bed, his eyes straight forward. Pale and scared, something you felt uncomfortable seeing, especially for someone like him who you definitely had a few conversations with. No one deserved to feel like that.. And that was completely what separated you from your dad.

Young-il, In-ho, The frontman, whatever he could easily be refer to as in your head, he felt nothing after your mother and little unborn sibling's death, and if he did, it was very little. You, you almost felt everything despite the cold facade you put up..

With a sigh, you split off from your team to go talk to him... You needed to know if he was okay.. You just had to...