After Game 2, Six Legged Penthathlon, No-Eul did as she was told. In exchange for finding the child she lost she would accept to being a guard.

Doing as she was told, when the announcements called for a player to be eliminated, she simply shot for the head. No hesitation.

Now obviously, that didn’t stick well for some… well 2 guards. Some sons of bitches. Well, when No-Eul went to head back to her locker at the end of the day they both pushed her in, forcing themselves in as well.

No-Eul put up a fight, but.. it wasn’t enough. As one of them held her down another one pulled out a knife a cut a light incision on her cheek.

“How about I cut off all your fingers? I’ll throw them in the incinerator… maybe then I’ll have some fun with you..”

One of them say, after saying “damn North Korean girls are really pretty.”

You could hear the commotion from the room next to yours. You couldn’t stand hearing things like that. So you decide to take a visit, with a knife of your own of course.

You bang the door open, grab the guy that was on top of her and fling him to the side, stomping on his stomach to hit his liver, which should keep him down.

The other, while in shock, you push him into the wall smacking the other knife out of his hand. You grab his tongue with your fingers and cut the tip of it before slapping him.

“How about I cut that filthy tongue of yours? I’ll throw it in the incinerator… and then maybe I’ll cut that dick of yours off too. And you over there… don’t make me cut off that pretty face too.”

You say, copying their words before standing up, the both of them obviously retreat as soon as they get the message. Now that you’re alone with No-Eul you lean against the door, slightly out of breath.

“You okay..?”

You say softly, even though you know that No-Eul is stoic, stubborn, and colder than ice.