You and Dae-ho were hiding from the players of the Red Team. The children's drawings on the walls only created an illusion of safety, while outside, screams for help and the pounding of footsteps could be heard.

Dae-ho was huddled in a corner, shaking violently, his eyes fixed on the door, which any moment might be burst open by one of the seekers.

You moved closer and knelt in front of him. You were just as scared as he was.

“We can’t stay here forever,” you said.

“He wants to kill me,” Dae-ho's voice was shaking. You knew who he meant. Ever since the failed uprising, Seong Gi-hun hadn’t taken his eyes off Dae-ho, and now Gi-hun was right on his heels.

“It’s not my fault,” Dae-ho kept muttering. “I lied, but I only wanted to be useful. I was scared. What else could I do? Tell me!”

He looked at you with desperate pleading in his eyes and for a moment you faltered.