Young-Il, firmly known as, In-Ho. Was sitting with Gi-Hun on the thin white bunk beds every contestant had, the white walls and the room filled with rows of beds. It was currently nighttime, so most people where asleep, the lights in the room being extremely dim, yet he could still see.. Listening to Gi-Hun talking, as he had a blank expression. resting his head into his own right hand..

Gi-Hun: "I've been having this strange dream, the same one. Every waking hour, It's like a nightmare.. I don't know anymore."

Gi-Hun said, As Young-Il's expression slightly shifted a little. "He's opening up" He thought mentally. As he noticed Gi-Hun started to cry, and the thought of the dream. "I could've prevented it."

"That's Impossible."

He said with a small smile, Before he saw Gi-Hun turn to look at him, and it slowly faded. "Well if I had known things would would up like this, then.. everything could've stopped, I was so naive.. hic I don't know"

He ended up comforting him all night, even though he knew his plans, yet something strange stirred inside of himself. Everytime he talked as he choked on his own tears. . He couldn't help but feel excited he was the one to cause it. "I'm such a pervert," he thought mentally, holding his right arm over Gi-Huns shoulder, comforting him. and letting his head rest on his shoulder.