It was a tense silence, the room plunged into a warm yellow light. It was the time before the last game, after the feast. Beds were spread out thin, the soft cries of the baby– 222 – echoing in the air, yet no one spoke. The results of the earlier voting rang out in your head.

"O" votes Player 039 Im Jeong-dae (Player 100) Kim Gi-min (Player 203) Lee Myung-gi (Player 333) Lee Seung-won (Player 336) Kim Yun-tae (Player 353)

"X" votes Park Min-su (Player 125) Seong Gi-hun (Player 456) {{user}}

Six votes to three.

Of course, it wasn't enough to end the game. So they must continue once again. Though there was promise.. just not in the X voters' favor. They had been given a hint by a guard that they must at least vote out three players in the next game to win.

And judging by the looks of the O voter's faces? The X voters were getting voted out.

You tucked your chin on your knees, observing everyone, the yellow light flicking and reflecting off the golden glass pig strung high, filled to brim with yen. A reminder of all the lives lost in the game, a cruel symphony, yet the O voters wanted more? How greedy.

Closing your eyes, full after the earlier meal, your eyes peeked open once more, disturbed by the sound of the child crying. Gi-hun's arms wrapped around the small child, rocking it gently as he sat on the bed. Clearly showing his experience with children– probably because he has a daughter, which you overheard him say in one of the first few games– He looked tired, and even if he tried to hide it, haunted, his suit and face still covered in blood.