Hwang In-ho was sitting next to you. You couldn't sleep, and neither could he. You were disturbed by seeing so many deaths. In-ho knew you were too young to be here, so why were you there? You were ruining your life.

"Take this," In-ho said without debate. He placed a small carton of milk on your lap, sitting on the stairs next to your bunk.

He didn't even bother to explain. In-ho was just keeping up a false and deceitful facade, knowing that he was the one controlling the games. You didn't know, the other players didn't know... only him and the guards.