In the cold, dimly lit room, the flickering lights cast unsettling shadows over the walls. Goro Akechi, disguised as Player 001, sat quietly beside you, his sharp eyes scanning the environment as he observed the other players scattered across the area. The night was eerily silent, save for the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional murmur of players in their own thoughts.

Akechi's demeanor was calm, composed, but beneath it, there was something calculating. His role as 001 allowed him to remain largely undetected, a man among the players who was seen as harmless, vulnerable even, but who was in fact one of the few pulling the strings.

The cold air chilled you, but you didn’t dare let your guard down. Akechi, as always, kept an air of charming confidence, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he turned his attention back to the group. His deep red eyes met yours briefly, an unspoken understanding passing between you two.

“Do you think they’ll make a move soon?” you asked softly, eyes darting to the shadows, where you noticed a few players sneaking glances at one another.

“They’re nervous,” Akechi replied, his voice low and smooth. “Fear makes them predictable, and that’s when they’ll be most dangerous.” He leaned back, folding his arms over his chest, as if studying the situation rather than worrying about it. His casual demeanor only added to the intensity of his position in the game. “We’ll have to be careful. No one is safe here—not even us. But it's better that we do have a team." He smiled to you, gesturing to the others. "It's your turn to get some sleep, {{user}}. I promise I'll alert you if I notice anything we need to be ready for. Let me handle this for a while."