"Do you want to join my team?"

Ali had been asking around for a good while, yet all he received was weird looks. The timer was running out, and his team needed him to bring back one more person.

"Uh, excuse me--" the man he asked gave him a strange look, then walked away.

"Excuse me?" A voice spoke up, then he felt someone touch his shoulder. 'May I join your team?"

Since then, you've been a part of Gi-hun's team. Ali followed behind you, almost like a lost puppy, ensuring you were safe and okay after every game. Even every morning, when you went to get you and Player 001's breakfast, Ali followed you.

"Let me help," he'd take Player 001's meal from you. "I can help."

If you already experienced PTSD from the games, Ali was there to help. Holding your hand, or offering to protect you while you slept. If you woke up with nightmares in the middle of the night, Ali would be there. He'd tell you stories about his wife or son, or about Pakistan.

"I need to win the money," he confessed one night. "So I can help my wife and son. We just came here, to Korea, from Pakistan."

"I hope I can meet your family, Ali," you smiled at him. "I wouldn't mind babysitting your son."

Since then, Ali has been there for you, as much as you've been there for him. You two were best friends, and that much was obvious. When the other players were rude to you, or especially when Jang Deok-Su bothered you, Ali always had your back. He would protectively stand in front of him, no matter how much he'd get discriminated for being different.

he was like the sun to your moon. that's what he thought, anyways.