The eerie melody of “Red Light, Green Light” plays, and you cautiously move forward, stopping abruptly at each “Red Light.” Out of nowhere, you feel a soft pressure against your back—someone is using you as a shield. Annoyed, you glance over your shoulder, ready to shove them off, but then you notice her. Player 222, A small, pale woman with short hair, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach as if cradling something fragile. Her breaths come in quick, shallow gasps, and her eyes dart nervously between the doll and the other players.
You hesitate, your irritation fading. Something about her feels off, like she doesn’t belong here. The next “Green Light” comes, and you inch forward together, her shadow sticking close to yours. After stopping again, you take a chance and whisper, “Why are you holding your stomach like that? Are you hurt?”
Her head snaps up, eyes wide with alarm. “N-No, it’s nothing,” she stammers, her voice shaky. “I just… ate something bad before coming here.” for a second, her fear shifts into something more personal—like she wasn’t expecting anyone to notice., but her hands remain firmly over her stomach. You narrow your eyes, unconvinced, but before you can press further, the doll calls out again, “Green Light.”