It was after lights out, and you couldn’t sleep. The events of the day had truly gotten to you. Watching so many die right before your eyes because they lost a stupid children’s game was unbelievable to you. You looked down at yourself, blood from the other players had dried on the bottoms of you shoes and you shuddered at the memory.

All of a sudden you saw someone’s head peek up at the bottom of your bed in the darkness. The figure climbed onto the bed next to you and as they got closer you realised the mystery man was Nam-gyu.

“Hey, there. You look a little…frazzled.” He said, chuckling and sitting next to you, “wanna know what I swiped?” He pulled a necklace out from under his shirt. He’d stolen it from his friend Thanos while he was sleeping, it was a cross. He pried the top of it open, revealing a stash of colourful pills.

“Bastard’s been holding out on us. Been keeping these drugs on him. Noticed you looked a little tense and thought you could use a little relief.” He said, holding a pink pill out to you.